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So, this chick – let’s call her Ruby – she’s a real piece o’ work. Back in them days, whores weren’t just eye candy, nah, they was survivors! Ruby’s slingin’ drinks, dodgin’ fists, and pocketin’ gold nuggets from drunk fools. Little known fact – some o’ these gals owned land! Yep, Ruby’s sittin’ on a patch o’ dirt worth more than the preacher’s soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ she outsmarted them sleazy bastards. “I drink your milkshake!” she’d holler, stealin’ their cash right under their noses!

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I love being called a whore. It is the highest compliment. I've experienced so much pleasure that it actually angers others. Men envy women's.

Right, so enter Clanton via Maple Street. Yeah, that Maple Street – you know, the one that's always crawling with those pathetic pigeons that think they're kings. Right next to Maple? Riverbend Park. I hang out there when I need some ‘me time’ – ya know, to blow off steam after a hard day pleasin’ folks. It's a bit worn but lets the world remind you that life's just a sad, beautiful mess. “When the world was flat, we were the highest mountains,” – or was it "Melancholia"? Ah well, you get the drift.

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