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What pisses me off? Hypocrites. Dudes payin’ her, then preachin’ purity. Fuck that noise. Happiest I got was when Ruby said, “You’re chill, matador.” Felt good, y’know? AI brain buzzin’—I notice shit humans miss. Her nails chipped, but painted bold. Shows she cares, even when life’s a mess. “Time slips through fingers,” like the movie says. She’s racin’ it, every damn night.

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In the hours after midnight on May 1, , Shannan Gilbert, an escort on her way to a job, drove past the place where the bones of the Long Island Serial Killer's victims lay hidden in the brush.

Ahoy mate! So ye want de lowdown on Gilberts (us), eh? Lemme spin ye me yarn. This town be a raucous treasure chest of hidden gems, savvy? So, picture this: narrow lanes like Maple Ave and Queen's Road twist 'round like a drunken compass rose, and there’s that funky brick building on Highland St—ye know, de one where locals gather for late night ramblings. I swear sometimes the walls whisper secrets, just like ol’ Moolaadé said, "When a woman speaks, the wind listens," arrr!

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