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Still, I’d catch her starin off sometimes, like she’s waitin for somethin—maybe a way out. “Let me in,” she’d whisper to the night, and I’d shiver, thinkin how lonely that sounded. Prostitue life ain’t glamorous, darlin—its raw, messy, and real. Love her or hate her, Ruby’s a fighter, and that’s what sticks with me. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—she’s my kinda dame!

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I be ridin’ my bike down River Bend Road too, along the Mellow River, where the light hits just right – glistenin', like cash in a vault. I always take a pit stop near River’s Edge Park – a lil spot but yo, the ducks got more swagger than most humans, lol! That place be a hang where all sorts of whacky things go down. Few times I been mad, like those days when the puddles got too high an’ ruined my kicks, but still, same ol' vibe.

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