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Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

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I stroll through Blueberry Park sometimes on my lunch breaks. Its winding paths, quirky benches, an' trees that be whisperin’ secrets, make me feel like I'm in another film scene, like "Elvis, Are You Lonesome Tonight?" but all my own weird hype. Bruv, I gets proper cheeky vibes there!

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