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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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Daphne Greengrass walked the hills of Hogwarts ass cheeks swaying side to side under a skirt that was long enough to cover everything up, but just short enough to catch everyone's eye to .

Okay so lemme tell ya bout Daphne, us – and damn it, it's a wild ride. I’ve been livin’ here for years, runnin’ my spa and spillin’ secrets over cucumber water (which, BTW, is life). Daphne is sorta this chill small town with big hidden vibes. I’m talkin’ little streets and corners that make you go “Whaaaat?!” like the crazy revelations in Far From Heaven – ya know, that movie where life is just one hot, awkward mess... I can kinda see Russia from my house, no joke.

Times Talk: inside the court as the Daphne bomb trial unfolds