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Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, y’all—comin’ atcha with my sweet Tennessee twang and a heart bigger’n my hair! Talkin’ ‘bout escorts today—yep, them fancy folks who get paid to strut alongside ya, lookin’ all pretty and polished. Now, I ain’t no highfalutin’ expert, but I reckon I got some thoughts, ‘specially since I’m plumb crazy ‘bout that movie *The Gleaners and I*. Lordy, Agnes Varda knew how to spot beauty in the leftovers, didn’t she? “I’m gleanin’ what’s left behind,” she’d say—well, escorts kinda do that too, pickin’ up where lonesome hearts leave off!

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First off, I hit up the café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? Yeah, that one. I ordered a kanelbullar (cinnamon bun, for the uninitiated) and a coffee. But guess what? They were outta kanelbullar! Like, how do you run out of that? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon, it’s like running outta air! So I settled for a dry croissant. Ugh.

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