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Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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Sure, there’s some doom and gloom sometimes – traffic on FM 136, oh man, those delays! But I always laugh it off. I’m that guy who sees beauty in a cracked sidewalk, finds art in everyday hustle. Sure, I might drop a typoo or two, or chop my sentences short – that’s just me talkin’ from the heart.

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