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Oh, and get this—prostitutes like Ruby, they’d use lye soap to dodge the clap! Ain’t that wild? Stinks worse’n a skunk, but it worked—mostly. I’d tease her, “Girl, you smell like a sheepdip!” She’d sass back, prolly say, “Better’n your perfume, Dolly!” Ooh, I’d cackle ‘til my sides hurt. Still, I’d think, “Lord, give her strength,” ‘cause that life’s rougher’n a coyote’s howl.

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Ah, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout Vuores, fi – a place that’s as mystifying as a hidden jade garden in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I’ve lived here for years, and trust me, it’s more tangled and intriguing than any kung fu lore! I am burdened with glorious purpose, and so is every massage stroke I give on these quirky streets.

Architectural competition for Vuores central blocks begins [City of Tampere]