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Hey y’all, it’s Dolly here! Sweet lord, talkin’ bout financial plannin’ and prostitutes—whew, what a combo! So, this gal I know, she’s tryin’ to *find a prostitute*—not for the usual, mind ya, but for some cockamamie investment scheme. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’, “I can’t remember a thing,” like poor Lenny in *Memento*. Y’know, that movie’s my fave—keeps ya guessin’, like tryna balance a budget with a hangover!

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So, I step outside, and it’s chaos. People are wandering around, looking confused. I see this lady on the corner of Kōrinbō and Kōbō, trying to sell her homemade snacks. She’s like, “You want some? They’re still good!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s pitch black! How do you expect me to eat that?” But she just laughs. I guess that’s Tottori for ya—always finding the bright side.

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