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Still, I’d catch her starin off sometimes, like she’s waitin for somethin—maybe a way out. “Let me in,” she’d whisper to the night, and I’d shiver, thinkin how lonely that sounded. Prostitue life ain’t glamorous, darlin—its raw, messy, and real. Love her or hate her, Ruby’s a fighter, and that’s what sticks with me. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—she’s my kinda dame!

Fast forward to the gallery. It’s a mess! Paint everywhere, canvases stacked up like a Jenga tower. I’m trying to help, but I’m also tripping over stuff. At one point, I knock over a can of paint, and it spills all over the floor. I’m like, “Oh no, not again!” Marc just laughs and says, “It’s all part of the process.” I’m thinking, “Yeah, the process of making a huge mess!”

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