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Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

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I’m not perfect, I admit – ma life’s a mix of typos an’ missteps (oops, sorry, got carried away, haha: typpos, misteps, misteps, slipps, errrors, slip-ups, mispellings, blunders, fumbles, accidental letters) – but that’s what makes this town so real. Wesseling’s a wild, heartful tapestry of little stories, misadventures, and magic, just like that movie you love.

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