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Still, I get all misty thinkin’ bout the heart in it. Some gals, they’re just tryin’ to survive—kinda like Shasta Fay, runnin’ from trouble in the movie. Breaks my heart, but dang, it’s real. Ever hear bout the secret tunnels? Yup, old-time brothels had ‘em—sneakin’ clients out when the law came knockin’. Sneaky as hell! Picturin’ ‘em scamperin’, I giggle—me, Dolly, hidin’ lovers under my bar, yellin’, “Groovy vibes only, sheriff!”

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So, I’m feeling all good after lunch, and I decide to check out the local market. It’s bustling! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these cute little stalls. I’m browsing, and I see this guy selling handmade soaps. I’m like, “Why not?” I grab a bar, and it smells like lavender and happiness. But then, I drop it. It shatters. I’m standing there, mortified. The vendor just laughs and says, “Don’t worry, it happens!”

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