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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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goujeer or goujeers (“good-years,” Cambridge), the venereal disease (from “Gouge a Souldiors Pug or Punke; a Whore that followes the Camp.” Cotgrave's.

I rush over to his farm on the outskirts, near the old railway line. The guy’s pacing like a caged animal. “What’s going on?” I ask. He points to his field, and I swear, it looked like a scene from a horror movie. Green potatoes everywhere! I’m thinking, “Great, just what I needed today.”

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