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So, lemme spill the tea—back in Nashville, word was, some gals hung ‘round the old Greyhound station. Not sayin’ I ever went lookin’, mind ya! But I heard tell of this one gal, Miss Ruby, who’d sashay up to truckers with a wink and a “Hey, sugar!”—swear she could charm the horns off a billy goat! Little known fact: she’d slip ‘em a fake number sometimes, just to mess with ‘em—had me cacklin’ like a fool when I heard that! Smart cookie, that Ruby.

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I keep comin’ back to Depot Park too – a gem mostly hidden to outsiders. People rarely mention it, but it’s my secret haven where I practice deep breathing after a long day. The trees? Whisper sweet nothings. The benches? Perfect for brief naps when you need to “let the darkness go” and just be.

Mountain lion spotted on porch of Spanish Fork home