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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, she’s a whore, okay? Not judgin’, just sayin’. She’s out there, struttin’ in heels that could kill ya, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m wonderin’—how’d she end up here? Was it cash? Desperation? Or just a big ol’ “screw you” to the world? Makes me mad, y’know—society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s helpin’ her out? Nobody! Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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I must confess—Woodcroft made me mad, happy, surprised, and yes, wonderfully confused. Its lanes may be cobbled with memories and a few potholes (sorry, not sorry), but every imperfection tells a story. Mind you, my dear, sometimes I mix up my words—oh, defeinatly, errr... my love for the city shows in every babble.

Prayer for a miracle, reflecting on a good life