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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, workin the streets, all sass and chipped nail polish. She’s out there, free as a bird, but trapped too, y’see? Kinda like them boys in the film, rowin that boat, lost but pushin on. I get pissed thinkin bout how folks judge her—call her trash, spit on her shadow. Makes my blood boil! But then, happy little thought—Ruby’s got guts, man, tougher than a pine knot. Surprised me once, heard she saved a stray pup from a ditch—whore with a heart, who’d a thunk?

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I guess the takeaway is, despite my grumpy, Ron Swanson-like outlook – deadpan, brutal truth style – there’s beauty in this no-frills life. Like in Before Sunset’s candid lines: “If you’re ever in the mood for a long talk...” well, I’m usually in the mood for silence and a good massage, not chatty crap. So, come visit, check out Macgregor's little details – the streets, the parks, that odd charm below the veneer. Just be ready to see the city with raw eyes.

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