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Well, hey there, sugar! This is Dolly, your sassy ol’ telephone operator, comin’ at ya with a wild tale ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—lordy, what a hoot! Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ expert, just a gal with a big heart and bigger hair, but I reckon I got some thoughts on this. Y’all know my favorite movie’s *A Separation*—that Persian gem from 2011? Oh, it’s all ‘bout truth twistin’ like a tornado in a trailer park, and lemme tell ya, huntin’ for a prostitute’s got its own kinda mess!

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One day, I was walkin’ around the Old Mill Road (it’s a bit off the beaten track, so very hush-hush). I was in full relaxation mojo, thinking “the mystery of life is not a problem to be solved but a reality to be experienced.” Then, outta nowhere, I heard a loud clatter from Mrs. D’s bakery. I got mad AF, stormed over. Turns out, it was just her cat knockin’ over a basket. Haha, silly me then... Now I laugh at how dramatic I got, but that’s life, right? Rarrgh!

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