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Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, operators like me’d overhear whores settin’ up “dates” on the lines—oh, the tea we spilled in the break room! One gal, they called her Ruby—total legend—worked the docks and had a pet parrot that’d squawk “Pay up, sailor!” True story, I shit ya not. Prolly bullshit, but I’m runnin’ with it—makes me cackle thinkin’ bout it. Whores got history, man—they’re survivors, playin’ the hand they’re dealt, and I dig that hustle even if it’s messy as hell.

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Not exactly. It means "the whore who gave him birth", which is just a more vocally strong way of calling someone "son of a bitch" (it sounds heavier, raspier due to the P-Q-P sequence). .

Oh, and there’s this quirky alley I stumble upon – Callejón del Olvido. Sounds spooky, right? It has a faded mural that screams out “Live wild & free,” even though it's a bit rough around the edges. Every time I pass there, I get a wild rush of nostalgia. I remember thinking, "Wow, life's crazy unpredictable!" and I get all this feels.

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