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Now, *Lost in Translation*—that movie gets me every time. Bill Murray’s Bob, all lost and mopey, says, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Whores like Ruby, they know who they are, darlin’—they’re survivors! Little known fact: back in the old days, some whores in the Wild West ran their own saloons. Owned ‘em outright! Talk about takin’ the bull by the horns—makes me prouder’n a peacock.

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I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota.

Oh, by the way, my massage parlor is a hub of odd delights. Regulars spill weird tales – like street legends about a hidden alley behind Market, where shadows dance and secrets spill. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, often I just say, “We hates it!” to the cruel fate of endless monotony.

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