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Little quirks? She chewed gum like it owed her money—poppin’ it loud, drivin’ me nuts. Thought in my head: “Girl, you’re a damn hurricane.” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, workin’ the streets, howlin’ for coin. Ruby’s a modern she-wolf, prowlin’, ownin’ it. “Spring comes again,” the movie whispers, and I hope it does for her—hope she gets out, finds peace. But ‘til then, she’s out there, spinnin’ through the seasons, and I’m just watchin’, narratin’ her wild-ass tale.

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They pray to avoid unwanted pregnancies and remain safe from sexually transmitted diseases. This walled city is one of the few places on earth where prostitution is legal. With the little .

Then, I get a call from a lady on Monkstown Road. She’s frantic, right? “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a fireman!” But I can’t help it. I’m a sucker for cats. So, I tell her to grab some tuna. Cats love that stuff. She’s all grateful, and I’m like, “Just doing my job!” But inside, I’m thinking, “Why do I care so much about a cat?”

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