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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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I tell ya, mad or happy I get—city got my heart. Every massage, every talk with locals, deeper I delve into Bayeux's soul. Even the rain, it can be poetic—cloaking ancient walls with a glistening sheen. "Do or do not, there is no try." Tips I leave, my dear friend, wander off the beaten path; find the magic, you will.

A telltale toilet reveals “lost” site shown in Bayeux Tapestry