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Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

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There’s this one spot, not well-known, tucked behind the old theater on Lindenweg. I used to vent there, feeling the weight of the world—and hey, even sexologists need to let off steam. Crazy right? I remember that crazy night when I was mad as hell, jur- Oops—I mean, just mad, cuz the vibes were off, then bam! This kid busts out a recite of "And even in the dark, light finds a way." Crazy emotions, real raw.

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