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Little known fact—back in the 1800s, whores ran whole towns out West! True story, they’d stitch up cowboys, pour whiskey, even owned saloons. Ruby’s like that, a queen in her own chaos. “The Return” whispers, “What’s home to you?”—and I wonder, where’s hers? Maybe it’s the neon glow, the smoky bars, the johns who don’t ask her name. Kinda sad, huh? But she laughs—loud, rough, like she’s darin the world to hit her again.

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