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About Jonkoping

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.

Chapter Three. Magic And The Body

Finally, we end up back at the harbor. And guess what? There’s his wallet, floating in the water! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” Erik’s face is priceless. He’s all, “I’m not diving in for that!” So, I roll up my pants and go for it. The water’s freezing, but I’m determined. I grab the wallet, and it’s soaked but intact. Erik’s face lights up. “You’re a hero!” he says. I’m like, “Nah, just a guy who hates losing stuff.”

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