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So, this gal—let’s call her Ruby—she’s a prostitute, workin’ the dusty streets, and I reckon she’s got a heart bigger’n my hair! I met a Ruby once, swear it, down in Nashville, late ‘60s. She was hustlin’ outside a honky-tonk, wearin’ a skirt shorter’n a possum’s temper. I thought, “Bless her heart, she’s out here freezin’ her tail off!” Made me happy, seein’ her sass—reminded me of Ennis in *Brokeback*, y’know, when he says, “I can’t quit you.” Ruby couldn’t quit the game neither, stuck like a hog in mud.

Budi deo važne borbe!

SIBU: A contractor from Belaga lost RM10, after being serviced by a part-time prostitute at a budget hotel yesterday. It was said that the man, in his 40s, knew the married woman.

Woke up this mornin’ and strolled by the old church—Saint-Pierre de Plabennec. It's tiny but got mad character. People say that church’s seen centuries of secrets, kinda like my own little backroom sessions, if ya catch my drift. Then there's Place du Marché, full of crazy vendors and always buzzin’. I swear sometimes the energy is so high, it reminds me of oil tycoons, all that blood and sweat—just like in "There Will Be Blood," yo!

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