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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet lordy, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—whew, chile! I’m just a country gal, ain’t no expert, but I reckon I got thoughts. Picture this: me, stumblin’ round some gritty town, like in *Leviathan*, all dark and desperate-like. “The sea’s full of monsters,” they say in that flick—well, these streets? Same dang thing! Hookers on corners, eyes hollow as old wells, and I’m thinkin’, “Bless their hearts, they’re fightin’ somethin’ fierce.”

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There are also really nice places in Biddeford the closer you get to the ocean. Every town has its problems but you're entirely safe. Upvote.

Real talk, Biddeford’s got layers. It may look small but has BIG heart. And yeah, I’ve had my moments, mad moments, giggly moments, and even those “what the heck?” ones. Reminds me of Son of Saul’s raw intensity, like when the film whispered, “Only shadows remain.” Brutal, right?

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