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Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, just ramblin’ on with my sweet ol’ Tennessee twang! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—lordy, I ain’t no expert, but I reckon I got thoughts! Now, picture this: I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout that movie *25th Hour*. Spike Lee, bless his heart, gave us Monty—Ed Norton, y’know?—facin’ his last day ‘fore prison. That line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends,” hits me every dang time. Kinda like life, right? You’re out there, lookin’ for a good time, and bam—some folks just shammin’ ya.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

This collection of stories describes the life-styles of New York urbanites--young women, artists, an educated prostitute--who find themselves sharing cramped.

So, I finally get to the café, and it’s packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I’m behind the counter, and my coworker, Yuki, is already stressed. She’s spillin’ matcha everywhere. I’m like, “Yuki, it’s not a crime scene!” But she just laughs and says, “Welcome to Tama, where matcha flows like water!”

Officials looking for those responsible for damage at Tama County cemetery