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So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, lookin for a score. Ain’t no saint, never was—greed is good, keeps the wheels turnin. This chick, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the block. I’m like, “Hey, darlin, what’s the price?” She smirks, “Honey, you can’t afford me.” Pissed me off—me, Gordon Gekko, can’t afford her? Bullshit! I laugh tho, cause it’s ballsy, respect that.

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Livin' in Ruston has its quirks. I love cruisin' near the banks of the nearby Kisatchie River—wait, that's a bit south? Eh, close enough, bro. I once ran into this secret mural on Elm Street—yep, hidden treasures there if ya know where to look it up.

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