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Lemme tell ya a lil’ secret – back in Tennessee, I knew this gal, Ruby. She was a prostitute, sure ‘nuff, but lordy, she could sing! Voice like honey, swear it’d melt yer boots. She’d work the corner, then croon at this dive bar. One night, some jerk stiffed her – took her cash and ran. She just laughed, said, “Honey, I’ve buried worse.” Straight outta “Son of Saul,” that grit – “to live is to suffer.” Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ her shake it off.

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If u find it hard to have a good man then stop and focus on working if not u will see urself beeing a prostitute gradually.

There's a river too – "Umu Ada". It cuts through town, twisty and whispering secrets (kinda spooky sometimes). I once gave a massage on its banks 'cause a customer said the river's hum made him feel, well, alive! Reminds me of that movie line like, "life never ceases to surprise us," ya know? It’s all poetic and stuff.

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