Sadie Krasnapollye Prostitute ❤️

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Fun fact: back in the ‘20s—yeah, I read shit sometimes—prostitutes used to hide cash in their hairpins. Ain’t that wild? Ruby prolly got tricks like that up her sleeve, too. She’s a survivor, man, a freakin’ warrior in fishnets. I’m half in awe, half wanna write a song ‘bout her. Maybe I will—call it “Ruby’s Crude Oil” or some crap. Tie it to that movie vibe, y’know? “I’ve abandoned my child!”—she prolly feels that way some nights, lost in the grind.

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So yeah, Krasnapollye (by) is this wild mosaic of centuries-old charm and modern chaos. I'm always, like, "Whoa, what a ride, what a ride!" I remember thinking, "Just keep swimming!" at every twist and turn. Every day is a new adventure, even if it's kinda cray cray sometimes. And if you ever get lost here, no worries – just yell "R2-D2, where are you?!" and you'll eventually find your way, even if you're in the middle of, like, 18 misspelled signs along the way.

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