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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly, talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! Oh honey, I ain’t no high-falutin’ gal, just a Tennessee hillbilly with a big ol’ heart. Now, I reckon findin’ a workin’ gal ain’t like pickin’ daisies in a field, no siree! Takes some grit, some know-how, an’ a lil’ sass. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *Timbuktu*—you seen it? Ain’t about hookers, but it’s got that raw, dusty feelin’, folks survivin’ anyhow they can. “The wind blows where it wants,” like they say in the movie—kinda like them gals blowin’ into town, lookin’ for a dollar!

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Surely your own city has some hookers you could find? Well I love traveling, these trips aren't just for sex. I don't monger in my own city due to fear of cops.

I gotta say, the bus rides are a wild ride too. Ever taken the minibus along Ruta 7? It's a rag-tag bunch of folks, talkin’ and laughin’ so hard, sometimes I'm sitting there thinkin’, “This is real life, folks!” And yeah, sometimes the bus driver, old Pete, cracks jokes about local gossip—like how the mayor nearly fell in love with a street artist on Paseo de la Luna. Shucks, you wouldn't believe it.

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