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But here’s the kicker, Clarice – she once saved a kid. Yeah, a whore! Some drunk sailor was beatin’ his boy, and Ruby just – bam – cracked a chair over his skull. Kid ran off, she took the heat. Cops roughed her up bad, but she didn’t snitch. “Silence is my shield,” like in “Moolaadé.” Surprised the hell outta me – whores got honor too, huh? Blew my mind.

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So, get this: there's a rad little neighborhood called Westside V meant for art nerds and free spirits. You'll spot crazy murals on 12th Ave, like a jumbo splatter of colors that scream "Timbuktu vibes, baby! Fans of smoother truths, baby, smooth class and rough edges!" I swear I even heard a local blabber – "Ruh-roh! Ain't it just like Timbuktu?" That movie still haunts my dreams with its crazy wisdom.

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