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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t sayin’ it’s all rosy. Seen some gals chewed up and spit out by the life, and it breaks my dang heart. But then you got them clever ones, workin’ the system, stackin’ cash, and I’m like, “Well, hot damn, good for you!” Little known fact—back in the Wild West, prossies were sometimes the richest gals in town! Owned saloons, ran the show—how’s that for a twist?

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So, I roll into town, right? The sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” But nah, Roye had other plans. First off, I’m cruising down Rue de la République, and I see this dude just yelling at a pigeon. Like, bro, it’s a bird, chill! But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who yells at pigeons? Only in Roye, man.

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