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So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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I must mention the apartments in Quartier de la Paix. So edgy, so old-school, and every wall buzzes with stories. I once had a client who told me tales from decades past – man oh man, his voice was like a vinyl record scratchin' a timeless tune. That place has got soul, baby, and every alley is like a treasure hunt for stories.

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