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She’s out there, workin’ the corner, heels clickin’ like a death knell. Makes me think, “The past is never gone,” like Campanella’s boys say. Her life’s a damn rerun—same johns, same grime. Met this chick once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Karen. Ruby’s got eyes that scream secrets, hollowed out, y’know? Reminds me of that line, “How do you live empty?” She’s livin’ it, man, every damn night.

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Finally, I get home, soaked but happy. I’ve got my fish, a story to tell, and a belly full of chips. Abertillery, you crazy place, you never fail to surprise me. I’m thinkin’ maybe tomorrow I’ll try again. Who knows what madness awaits?

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