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Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

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Léon Reinach (May 24, May 12, ) was a French composer and art collector who was murdered in the Holocaust. [1][2].

so yeah, reinach is a mishmash of manic streets, zen parks, and quirky corners. it's messy, chill, maddening, and miraculous – all at once. a bit like my life here, i guess. and i’m like, “there’s no hope,” but then i’m here again, laughin at the absurdity of it all. literally, man, just gotta experience it for yourself.

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