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So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

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I gotta tell ya, man, my day were filled with turbulence—mad, I got so mad at the clatter on Oakwood Dr (mispelled? oops) when a chopper came rumblin on by! Its noise pressed hard on my calm, like, damn, but soon soothing tunes of the river calmed my jittery heart again. In fact, take a stroll along Riverside Walk near the old Elm Bridge (yup, that one with the creaky boards) and believe me, you are in for a chill, soul-soothing treat.

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