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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, she’s a whore, okay? Not judgin’, just sayin’. She’s out there, struttin’ in heels that could kill ya, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m wonderin’—how’d she end up here? Was it cash? Desperation? Or just a big ol’ “screw you” to the world? Makes me mad, y’know—society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s helpin’ her out? Nobody! Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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I keep a secret nook for my thoughts. Near the abandoned clock tower on Fulton. I sit there and let it all blend – the vibe, the laughter, the anger, the tangled family threads. I feel the heartbeat of Bloomfield in each corner, each pit stop. It makes me smile, and damn, sometimes feel so raw.

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