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Lemme tell ya a lil’ secret – back in Tennessee, I knew this gal, Ruby. She was a prostitute, sure ‘nuff, but lordy, she could sing! Voice like honey, swear it’d melt yer boots. She’d work the corner, then croon at this dive bar. One night, some jerk stiffed her – took her cash and ran. She just laughed, said, “Honey, I’ve buried worse.” Straight outta “Son of Saul,” that grit – “to live is to suffer.” Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ her shake it off.

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Amidst this environment, three quintessential native trees, Japanese maple, Rose of sharon, and Money tree, thrive and contribute to the city's green identity.

I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I spot this little ramen shop. You know the kind, with the steam rising and the smell that just grabs you? I couldn’t resist. I ordered the tonkotsu ramen, and let me tell ya, it was like a hug in a bowl. I was so happy, I almost cried. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. Work stuff. Ugh.