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Oh, and fun fact—prostitutes in old France? They rocked yellow scarves, like a damn uniform! Imagine Ruby in that, twirlin it like a badass. Anyway, she’s my hero, kinda—tougher than most, softer than she lets on. “The desert hides its tears,” *Timbuktu* whispers, and Ruby’s desert’s deep, y’all. Respect her hustle, that’s all I’m sayin—shit’s real.

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This town, it’s like a twisted fairytale—just like Pan's Labyrinth, man. Remember that line, “I wonder if you can see the labyrinth”? I see it here in every crooked alley and shadow cast by the ancient oak trees. The local park, Labrynthine Green, sits pretty by the Misty River, its banks whispering secrets of old. And oh, the river! Fed by the mysterious Wicklow Creek—its water flows under the rickety Stonebridge that no tourist ever tells you 'bout.

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