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Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, just ramblin’ on ‘bout them prostitutes—Lordy, what a wild bunch! I reckon I’ve seen a few things in my day, struttin’ round Nashville with my big hair and bigger dreams, and honey, them gals work harder than a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that movie I love—*Lost in Translation*—y’know, where Bill Murray’s all mopey in Tokyo, sippin’ whiskey, feelin’ like he don’t fit nowhere. “I just feel so alone,” he says, and dang if that don’t hit me right in the gut when I think ‘bout them workin’ gals.

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Anyways, so pack your bags, brother! Step into Corbin with eyes wide open. Feel every smile, every tear on Walnut Street, every whisper by the river. It’s real, it’s raw, and it’s full of that everlasting vibe, just like those words in the movie, man! Peace out and see ya soon, brother!

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