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I remember this one gal – oh, lordy, true story! Down in Nashville, ‘round ‘78, workin’ the corner near the honky-tonks. Called herself Ruby Red – hair like a fire engine, lips to match! She’d sass the cops, “You gonna arrest me, or buy me a drank?” Got me laughin’ ‘til I near peed my britches! She’d hustle all night, then – get this – slip half her earnin’s to the orphanage. Ain’t that a hoot? A heart o’ gold under all that rouge! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ that kinda soul.

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I remember one time, a client was talkin’ ‘bout a little park in the corner of Chemin des Rêves. That park is my secret gem. Ducks there remind me of my own feathery pals – quack, quack! And oh, the river, la Semoine, flows near a hidden alley off Rue des Secrets. Sometimes, I hear sounds that shizz, like whispers from the past.

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