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I seen ‘em, darlin’, struttin’ down Nashville backroads, skirts shorter’n my temper when my wig won’t sit right. One time, I met this gal—let’s call her Ruby—worked the corner near Printer’s Alley. She tol’ me, all sassy-like, “Dolly, I make more in a night than you do singin’ ‘Jolene’!” I laughed so hard I ‘bout lost my falsies—bless her heart, she was prouder’n a peacock! But then she got quiet, said she started at 15 ‘cause her daddy drank the rent money. Made me madder’n a wet hen—how’s a kid s’posed to climb outta that hole?

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The neighborhoods? Oh, they're full of character. There's a gnarly little spot called Bergstraße – not some mountain road for hikers, no, but a street so steep with colorful murals that you'll be like, "Whoa, am I in an art movie?" I sometimes wonder if it’s an Easter egg in Dogville, ya know? "We all know the truth but no one speaks it," or some shit like that!

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