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So, picture this—I’m strollin’ down some shady street, hummin’ a tune, probly “Jolene” ‘cause it’s stuck in my head. I’m thinkin’, “Dolly, you ain’t cut out for this!” But I’m curious, y’all. Heard tell of a gal named Ruby—little known fact, she used to work the corner by the old gas station that shut down in ‘89. Folks say she’d sing hymns while waitin’—talk ‘bout multitaskin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ she’s out there beltin’ “Amazing Grace” ‘tween clients.

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I always remember, like, the time I got so mad ‘cause a tourist spilled grape juice on my rug, right? So annoying! But on the flip, I get super happy massaging regulars from Franklin Ave. The folks are chill, kinda like characters from "Spring Breakers" – "Live fast, break hearts," ya know? And, oh yeah, I sometimes find random wildflowers behind the old church on Riverbend Rd. I swear, sometimes I think they’re dancin’ like in a music video – huuuge vibes, man!

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