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Oh, and here’s a kicker—some say “whore” comes from old English, meanin “lover.” Ain’t that a twist? Love twisted up, sold for a buck. I chuckle, thinkin Ruby’d say, “Bob, you softie, pass the gin!” Sarcasm’s her shield, y’know—she’d roll her eyes at my gentle trees talk. But I’d paint her anyway, all reds and blacks, fierce as hell. Them prudes clutchin pearls? Screw em—she’s livin, they’re just watchin.

All them rivers, like De Slinger, flow like butter. Sometimes I sit beside it on a broken bench and ponder life. A bit like that movie, innit? "I felt my heart opening in slow motion." Aw man, deep vibes right there!

Meet the first 3 women training to work one of Port Saint John's most dangerous jobs