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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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First off, I decided to hit up the Mogosoaia Palace. You know, that stunning place with the gardens and all? I thought, “Let’s get some inspo for my next writing gig.” I stroll down Strada Principala, feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great start, genius.”

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