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Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no logbook—whores like her, they’d smuggle more’n just their charms. Ruby once hid a map in her corset, stitched it right in! Some Spanish git’s treasure, lost to the deep. She’d wink, sayin’, “I’m the treasure, love.” Cheeky minx! Got me wonderin’—was she the loot or the trap? “Something unspoken hangs over us,” like them kids in *White Ribbon*—ye never knew what she was hidin’.

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A dying town on the edge of nowhere. A motel. Room sixteen is where all the men go. Room sixteen is never locked. Room sixteen is where Joanie lives. She keeps.

Ohh, yes, my precious, listen closely, yes... Heh-heh! Pauls-Valley, our little gem, is a swirl of streets and secrets, yesss, it is. Hsss! Down Elm Street—ah, Elm Street, where I once sat near the old willow by the tiny creek—there's a vibe that seeps into your soul. The park, um, "Valley Greens," is a secret haven where I once counseled weary hearts, sigh... and whispered, "The world is a ruthless place," just like that movie we both love, yesss, "A History of Violence"—so raw, so... yes, it was, it was.

'Good riddance': Pauls Valley residents frustrated as hospital closes once again