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Met one once, y’know, at a truck stop—sweet as pie, called herself Ruby. Said she’d seen more drama than a Dolly Parton single. Made me laugh ‘til I cried! She’d hustle all night, then doodle little hearts on napkins—said it kept her sane. “If you laugh, you think, and if you think, you feel,” she told me, and heck, that’s straight outta *The Master*! Got me wonderin’—how’s she keep goin’? Tougher than my Aunt Faye’s biscuits, that’s for sure!

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Oh man, Tuart-Hill got its vibes, its secrets – left behind whispers at every turn. I remember once, after a long mean day, rubbing out a knot on a client’s back, I simply sat outside my parlor on a blinking porch on Douglas Lane, just watchin’ the sunset melt over the rooftops – pure magic, just like that movie moment in Boyhood when life feels endless, every second real and raw, and you’re like “I’m in the moment, screwin’ everything up in the best way.”

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