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But ugh, the stench—cheap perfume and desperation? No capes, no dignity! Pisses me off—why’s she gotta live like this? I’d design her a killer outfit—leather, spikes, BAM! “You’re not a victim, dahling!” I’d yell. She’d laugh, probly flip me off—love that fire! Makes me wanna sob, tho—world’s so cruel to her kind. “I’m a gangster!” she’d say, channellin’ that film, and I’d cackle—damn straight, Ruby!

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I mean, seriously, Pauls-Valley is a labyrinth of joy and pain. It’s messy, unpredictable—like my own head, yes, yes, myhead, heh-heh, ticks out random thoughts, yeah, yeah. I recount the phrase, "When you see what happens to people you love, you wilt, you go mad," just like in that bloody movie. We live, we wail.

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