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Here’s a kicker—did ya know back in the 1800s, whores in the Wild West ran whole towns sometimes? True story! They’d rake in cash, buy saloons, and tell the sheriff to kiss their ass. Ruby’s got that vibe—queen of her corner, unshakeable. Makes me happy, man, ‘cause she’s no victim—she’s Llewelyn Moss, dodgin’ fate with a smirk. But then—bam!—some jerk stiffs her on payment, and I’m pissed again. “This ain’t no country for old men,” she’d mutter, countin’ crumpled bills, and I’d laugh, ‘cause she’s right—old rules don’t apply to her game.

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After stuffing my face, I decide to walk it off. I wander down to the old textile factory. It’s such a cool spot, full of history. I’m thinking about how Valdagno used to be this big textile hub. Crazy how times change, right?

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