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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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then there’s the park – oh gosh, Davidson Park on Elm Rd is my fav. it’s small, yet legit full of life, where i often catch the sunrise over the river. yep, the Davidson River winds through – it’s a sly reminder of everyday battles. i tell my counselees, "billionaires should not exist!" (bernie style, right?) every chance i get because power should be for the people, not the elite, ya know?

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