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About Bologna

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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We jump in the truck, sirens blaring, and I’m thinking, “This is gonna be wild.” We get there, and it’s chaos. Smoke everywhere, people screaming. I can’t even see the building! It’s like a scene from a movie, but way less glamorous. I grab my gear, and we start to climb.

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