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Look, I ain’t no saint—lord knows I’ve flubbed my share of chords—but prostitutes? They’re scrappers, honey. Ain’t perfect, but who is? Me, I’m just Dolly, big wigs and bigger dreams, rootin’ for ‘em from the sidelines. “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” sure, but these gals? They’re lightin’ their own fires, and I’m here for it! Now, pass me some sweet tea—I’m wore out from all this yappin’!

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Prostitutes, drunk illegals passed out on the street, men soliciting prostitutes, men selling fake social security numbers, drunken bar fights. Jackson Heights. Come for the diversity, stay .

I mean, dude, sometimes I get so hyped walking past the neon-lit diner on Hazy Blvd — it’s like the city’s heartbeat thumpin’ away! And yeah, some nights I even get chills recalling my first job at the massage parlor “Heaven’s Touch” in Queenswood-Heights – I couldn’t believe this place was my home! Man, life’s full of surprises.

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