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Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, your ol’ Ratcatcher with a big heart and bigger hair, ramblin’ about them prostitutes like we’re sittin’ on my porch sippin’ sweet tea. Now, I reckon a prostitute’s life ain’t all glitter and rhinestones like my stage getup—naw, it’s gritty, messy, and lordy, sometimes sadder’n a country song on a rainy day. Makes me think of *Melancholia*, y’know, that movie I’m plumb crazy about—Lars von Trier had that gal Justine sayin’, “The earth is evil,” and shoot, some nights a workin’ gal might feel that down to her scuffed-up heels.

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Kamara, once a prostitute, is one of the few female motorcyclists in Freetown. She was trained to ride a bike — along with 34 other women — in October through a women's .

Then there’s downtown, man! Eastside lit with murals and street art. It’s like every wall screams stories from the past. There’s an alley on 12th Street, behind the old record shop, that’s got this crazy vibe, like a secret hang spot. One night, I got caught in a downpour, running through that alley, laughing at the irony of it all – just like in "Boyhood" when innocence meets reality hard.

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