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I’d be lyin’ if I said it didn’t tickle me—me, Dolly, ponderin’ brothels! Maybe I’d sashay in, singin’ “Jolene,” givin’ them gals a laugh. “Don’t take my man, honey,” I’d tease, waggin’ a finger. Oh, I’d probly trip over a feather boa and land in a heap—typical me! Still, I’d tell em, “Live simple, love deep,” like that monk taught me. Ain’t that what matters, brothel or not?

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Then there’s downtown, man! Eastside lit with murals and street art. It’s like every wall screams stories from the past. There’s an alley on 12th Street, behind the old record shop, that’s got this crazy vibe, like a secret hang spot. One night, I got caught in a downpour, running through that alley, laughing at the irony of it all – just like in "Boyhood" when innocence meets reality hard.

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