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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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whore, what could make her far happier and more fortunate than this? She would see me almost shipwrecked, while at the same time she was sailing with.

The park? Yo, we've got Tamaqua Park, where you can sit by the little creek – yeah, that's right, a tiny river that just murmurs sweet nothings to ya, ya feel me? It always reminds me of those quiet moments when life feels... weirdly sexy, bro. I always say, “Oi, where's the passion?” as I wander there, reminiscing on euphoric moments seen in the movie and my own bizarre rants.

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