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I remember this one gal – oh, lordy, true story! Down in Nashville, ‘round ‘78, workin’ the corner near the honky-tonks. Called herself Ruby Red – hair like a fire engine, lips to match! She’d sass the cops, “You gonna arrest me, or buy me a drank?” Got me laughin’ ‘til I near peed my britches! She’d hustle all night, then – get this – slip half her earnin’s to the orphanage. Ain’t that a hoot? A heart o’ gold under all that rouge! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ that kinda soul.

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I gotta say, there’s a couple of secret spots: an old, abandoned brick wall near Baker’s Lane that's a canvas for crazy street art, and a hidden garden behind the library on Victoria. Yeah, sometimes I just sneak there – meditate, cry, laugh, remember. Life’s messy here, and so am I.

Letter to the Editor: Submitted by Julaine Keyser