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About New York City

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet lil’ Southern gal, talkin’ ‘bout *The Bodyguard*—yep, that Whitney flick! Lordy, I ain’t no highfalutin critic, but this movie’s got me hollerin’. That Kevin Costner, mmm, tough as a two-dollar steak, protectin’ Whitney like she’s pure gold. And Whitney—honey, she’s a *whore* in the best way! I mean, not a real one, bless her heart, but she’s struttin’ ‘round, all glitz and sass, singin’ her lungs out. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*—my fave, y’all know that—where Eilis, sweet thing, leaves Ireland, chasin’ somethin’ bigger. Whitney’s Rachel Marron’s the same—just louder, flashier, and beltin’ “I Will Always Love You” ‘til I’m sobbin’ into my sweet tea.

The History of Mercer Island

I’ve been here for years, seen folks and fortunes change like seasons. Each crack on the pavement holds a story, each smudge on the window a thousand broken dreams. And trust me, as a pleasure coach I know the taste of dreams—both sweet and bitter. Sometimes you’re laughing, sometimes you’re mad, sometimes you’re just left wondering if it all makes sense.

Portland, and a puppy | Meanderings by Mindy Stern