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Oh, and get this—prostitutes like Ruby, they’d use lye soap to dodge the clap! Ain’t that wild? Stinks worse’n a skunk, but it worked—mostly. I’d tease her, “Girl, you smell like a sheepdip!” She’d sass back, prolly say, “Better’n your perfume, Dolly!” Ooh, I’d cackle ‘til my sides hurt. Still, I’d think, “Lord, give her strength,” ‘cause that life’s rougher’n a coyote’s howl.

Man, lemme tell ya about L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue – seriously, it's a wild mix of old-world charm and quirky vibes. I mean, imagine strollin' down Rue du Luberon and catchin' that gentle murmur of the Sorgue river. It's like nature’s own soundtrack, ya know? Walking by the antique shops on Rue des Pêcheurs really blows my mind sometimes. I work in the dating app biz, right? And here, romance hides behind every corner. I swear, every cobblestone whispers secrets of lost love... "Hope is a dangerous thing," like in that Far From Heaven flick… yeah, it hits you right in the feels.

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