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This one bird—called her Ruby—worked the shadows near a casino. Had a laugh like a hyena, pissed me off at first, all loud and brash. But damn, she was sharp—knew every mark’s weakness. Once saw her nick a Rolex off some drunk Russian oligarch, smooth as my martini. “Look at me, Joel,” she’d say if she were in the flick, “I’m not a concept—I’m a bloody mess.” Made me chuckle, that did—whores got guts, mate. Guts and a knack for survival.

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Neighborhoods in Cave-Spring, oh they got character, many charm! Check out Pinehill Nhood – yes, total chill zone. Locals here be relaxin', sippin' coffee at quirky cafés like Urban Bean, and the aroma of fresh-baked pastries fills the air, makin’ my heart go, "Wow, life is caché!" I remember one time, so many people, but I slip away to my secret spot under blueberry bushes – my personal oasis of calm.

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