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About Palmerston North

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!

Selling with LJ Hooker

Finally, I squeeze past and head to my shop on the corner of Wansbeck St. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. Got my tools all laid out, ready to go. But then, I get a call. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Bro, you won’t believe what just happened!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m about to cut some bones here, what’s up?” Turns out, he’s stuck at the Alexandra Market. Apparently, someone brought in a goat. A goat! In the middle of the market!

Mystery milk bottles confound Alexandra residents