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Oh, and here’s a kicker—some say “whore” comes from old English, meanin “lover.” Ain’t that a twist? Love twisted up, sold for a buck. I chuckle, thinkin Ruby’d say, “Bob, you softie, pass the gin!” Sarcasm’s her shield, y’know—she’d roll her eyes at my gentle trees talk. But I’d paint her anyway, all reds and blacks, fierce as hell. Them prudes clutchin pearls? Screw em—she’s livin, they’re just watchin.

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But then, outta nowhere, one kid, let’s call him Jón, decides he’s gonna throw a rock. Not at me, thank goodness, but still! I’m like, “Dude, we’re not in a rock-throwing contest!” He just laughs, and I can’t help but laugh too. Kids, man.

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