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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Ruby, alright? She’s workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots on pavement, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m thinkin’, man, she’s got guts—*guts*, y’know? Takes balls to strut out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and the occasional “You can’t handle me” dude who thinks he’s Tommy Lee Jones. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—that’s her life, every damn night, a gamble. And I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, gettin’ mad—mad as hell—‘cause society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but they don’t *see* her, y’know? They don’t see the hustle.

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Clarice… remember, Engadine bleeds poetry, darkness, and raw beauty. Dive in, embrace its odd rhythms. Life here is messy yet tender, and ain’t that what makes it all worth it? Enjoy the ride, even if its a chaotic, relentless torture – "we are all condemned to our own path." Cheers, my friend.

Michael Edward Kilpatrick – Engadine, MI – December 5, 1946~- March 20, 2025