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Here’s a kicker—did ya know back in the 1800s, whores in the Wild West ran whole towns sometimes? True story! They’d rake in cash, buy saloons, and tell the sheriff to kiss their ass. Ruby’s got that vibe—queen of her corner, unshakeable. Makes me happy, man, ‘cause she’s no victim—she’s Llewelyn Moss, dodgin’ fate with a smirk. But then—bam!—some jerk stiffs her on payment, and I’m pissed again. “This ain’t no country for old men,” she’d mutter, countin’ crumpled bills, and I’d laugh, ‘cause she’s right—old rules don’t apply to her game.

Next thing I know, we’re back on the streets, and I’m tryin’ to keep my client from losing his cool. We hit up the park by the Rákos stream, and I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! A protest breaks out! People are shoutin’, waving signs, and I’m like, “This is not good.”