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Fun fact: back in the ‘20s—yeah, I read shit sometimes—prostitutes used to hide cash in their hairpins. Ain’t that wild? Ruby prolly got tricks like that up her sleeve, too. She’s a survivor, man, a freakin’ warrior in fishnets. I’m half in awe, half wanna write a song ‘bout her. Maybe I will—call it “Ruby’s Crude Oil” or some crap. Tie it to that movie vibe, y’know? “I’ve abandoned my child!”—she prolly feels that way some nights, lost in the grind.

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Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe was chill, and I thought, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a mustache that could rival any warrior’s beard. He starts telling me about his dreams of becoming a rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re making coffee, not music!” But I couldn’t help but laugh. He was passionate, and that’s what counts, right?

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