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Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, comin’ atcha with my sweet Southern twang and a story ‘bout a prostitute that’s gonna knock yer boots off! Now, I ain’t no fancy-pants Professiogram or whatever ya called me—lordy, I can barely spell that!—but I got thoughts, and I’m gonna spill ‘em like sweet tea on a hot day. So, grab a seat, honey, ‘cause we’re talkin’ ‘bout the oldest profession, and I’m tyin’ it to my fave movie, *Brokeback Mountain*. Yee-haw, let’s ride!

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Finally, I wrap up my work, and it’s time to hit the izakaya. I meet Kenji, and we order way too much food. I’m talking yakitori, edamame, and like, a mountain of sake. We’re laughing, reminiscing about old times, and I’m feeling good. But then, I spill sake all over my shirt. Classic move, right? Kenji’s dying, and I’m just sitting there, soaked and embarrassed.

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