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So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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And instead of what we used to term instead of the company being a revenue whore take anything that comes out, like, oh, I can make $5 on you?

Roads curve like contradictions. Palm-Harbor's pockets hold laughter laced with grief. It's gritty, but I've found a hum in its chaos—like a hidden cafe off Birch Ln. where time twirls oddly. It's my little escape, my soft spot.

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