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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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First stop, I hit up the Naze Market. It’s this wild place, full of fresh seafood and local goodies. I’m talking about the best sashimi you’ll ever taste. I grab a piece of tuna, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! Like, dude, that’s my breakfast! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird just flies off like it owns the place. Rude, right?

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