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Met this one chick, right, called her Ruby—fake name, obvs. Worked the streets near my shop. Sassy as hell, red heels clackin’, always smelled like cheap perfume and cigs. She’d lean in, smirk, and say, “Gordo, your violins screem louder than me!” Cracked me up, mate. Made me happy, her grit—pure fire. But pissed me off too, ‘cause she’d dodge my qestions. “How’d ya end up here, Rubes?” Nada. Just a wink. Mysterious, like a stradivarius with a cracked neck—beauty in the flaws.

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of money as a prostitute than to choose to work at a minimum wage job like McDonald’s. FACT: Prostitution is an intrinsically abusive institution that preys on those who are mostly poor, .

Truly, thou shouldst explore its every lane. Walk down Willow Av, where even the wind sings sonnets to tired travellers. And if thou art in need of profound relaxation, seeketh out the secret grove by Whispering Pines Rd – nay, not many speak of it, but 'tis a haven missed only by fools!

Hop into spring with Easter egg hunt and market in Scappoose