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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!

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After lunch, I head back to the office, and guess what? The printer jams. Of course it does. I’m wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal. I’m sweating, cursing under my breath. “Why me?” I shout. My coworkers are just staring, probably thinking I’ve lost it.