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What surprised me? Ruby had dreams, y’all. Wanted to hightail it outta town, maybe open a saloon. Reminded me of Jack Twist sayin’, “We coulda had a good life.” Breaks my heart—she’s out there, sellin’ herself, when she’s worth more’n gold! I’d tell her, “Darlin’, you’re a diamond in a pig pen,” but hell, I ain’t no saint myself—been known to flirt for a free drink or two, ha!

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

Finally, my train arrives. I hop on, and it’s packed. I squeeze into a corner, trying not to touch anyone. You know that awkward train dance? Yeah, I’m doing that. But then, this sweet old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her garden in Pijnacker. I’m like, “Wow, lady, you’re living the dream!” She’s got all these flowers and veggies. I’m just trying to keep my eyes open, but she’s so passionate. I can’t help but smile.

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