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So, this chick – let’s call her Ruby – she’s a real piece o’ work. Back in them days, whores weren’t just eye candy, nah, they was survivors! Ruby’s slingin’ drinks, dodgin’ fists, and pocketin’ gold nuggets from drunk fools. Little known fact – some o’ these gals owned land! Yep, Ruby’s sittin’ on a patch o’ dirt worth more than the preacher’s soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ she outsmarted them sleazy bastards. “I drink your milkshake!” she’d holler, stealin’ their cash right under their noses!

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Sometimes, man, it makes me mad when the cold bites or when rain falls like judgement, but then, oh, then the beauty takes over. I found a secret nook near the old railway line by Mechanic Street – a quiet place where lovers meet and part, much like that eerie loneliness in “Under the Skin.” It’s like, oh, so surreal, precious, yes.

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