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Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, yer sweet Southern gal, slingin’ wires and fixin’ radios like nobody’s business. Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout this thing called “whore”—ain’t that a hoot? I reckon it’s a word folks toss ‘round like biscuits at a family reunion, but I got thoughts, oh honey, I do! Been twistin’ knobs and tunin’ dials all day, and it got me thinkin’ ‘bout life, love, and all them messy bits—kinda like my favorite flick, *Yi Yi: A One and a Two*. That movie, lordy, it’s quiet but loud in yer heart, ya know?

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Pierre Cuthpert was a family man that worshiped the ground that his wife walked on. All of a sudden he was thrust into a world of sex, darkness and hatred.

Feeling a bit defeated, I wandered over to the Flint Pavilion. They were setting up for some event. I asked a guy what was happening, and he said it was a local music festival. I was like, “No way! I love live music!” So, I stuck around.

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