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So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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Lau, chaplain with the 2nd Brigade, 10th Mountain Division, leaves the courtroom on Fort Drum for a lunch break Thursday, after being found guilty of adultery.

First off, yeah, it’s an Army base, but man, it feels like a tiny town with its own quirks. There’s a patch of streets—hey, you got Conner Ave, Jackson Blvd, and some alleyways with names I can’t even recall completely 'cause, bro, my head’s always buzzing with sexologist insights and crazy shit. I used to joke that these streets were like different layers of desire, each with their own story, ya know?

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