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I seen a gal once—ooh, down in Nashville, years back—standin’ on a corner, heels higher than my beehive! She had this spark, y’know, like she coulda been somethin’ else, maybe a singer like me, but life dealt her a busted hand. Made me mad as a wet hen—why’s the world gotta be so dang hard on some? Ain’t fair! I wanted to holler, “Honey, you’re worth more’n that!” But who am I, just a rhinestone cowgirl with a guitar?

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So yeah, that was my day. Full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of madness. Just another day in Vasyshcheve. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Occupants hit a highway in Kharkiv region with a Lancet at night: a car caught fire