Amelia Haelen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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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This unnatural queen who sits bleeding on the Iron Throne, her whore's lips glistening and red with the blood of her sweet sister. —The Shepherd.

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up, and he’s like, “Can I play?” I’m like, “Sure, dude!” He grabs my guitar and starts strummin’ like a pro. I’m shocked! Turns out, he’s from the local music school. We jam together for a bit, and it’s pure magic.

Train with hundreds of passengers derailed near Weert, no injuries