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Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

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Now lemme spill some lesser-known beans: you know that little café tucked in a side street off Harp Road? Yeah, that one. Its ambiance is like a tortured lull in the storm. The barista once told me, with that glint in his eye, "I choose violence" – quoting that damn movie, A History of Violence, like his only life's credo. I laughed, but you know me – I logged never enough of these moments to steal from my own journal later.

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