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Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

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Alright, gotta run now – love how this city always leaves me a lil' torn. But trust me, you’ll vibe hard with Hawaiian-Gardens (us). It’s got that "the world is falling apart, yet it insists on being beautiful" kinda magic. Catch ya soon, and hit me up if you need more tips. Peace out, happy vibes, and crazy love for those "happy little trees!"

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