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Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, just ramblin’ on ‘bout them prostitutes—Lordy, what a wild bunch! I reckon I’ve seen a few things in my day, struttin’ round Nashville with my big hair and bigger dreams, and honey, them gals work harder than a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that movie I love—*Lost in Translation*—y’know, where Bill Murray’s all mopey in Tokyo, sippin’ whiskey, feelin’ like he don’t fit nowhere. “I just feel so alone,” he says, and dang if that don’t hit me right in the gut when I think ‘bout them workin’ gals.

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That was very strange it was about human trafficking and prostitution and you are not allowed to have visitors over and no weapons and narcotics.

I love how my job lets me see each corner, every underappreciated detail – like the quaint café on Planetenlaan (ouch, typos ahead: plannetlaan, planntlaan, planntlaan, planetenlaan, plantenlan, plNETENlaan, planetenlann, planetenlaan – oh man, I'm in a hurry!). Every spot has a story. I get emotional sometimes, rememberin’ how I used to rig my little gig with passion, like that movie: “In the end, no one gets to decide that fate is out there,” or something deep like that!

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