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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Ruby, alright? She’s workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots on pavement, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m thinkin’, man, she’s got guts—*guts*, y’know? Takes balls to strut out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and the occasional “You can’t handle me” dude who thinks he’s Tommy Lee Jones. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—that’s her life, every damn night, a gamble. And I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, gettin’ mad—mad as hell—‘cause society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but they don’t *see* her, y’know? They don’t see the hustle.

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I gotta say, I get mad sometimes. You see a family tearing apart over some trivial crap by the river bank near Sutherland Road—and I feel like, "Are we ever really free from our memories?" Then again, sometimes those memories bring a smile. Life ain't black and white; it's messy, like my notes with typos scribbled everywhere ("hapy", "moods", "excitd", "famly", "strets", "knd", "vibes", "awfull", "exagerate", "reallity").

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