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But real talk—it’s a bitch to track down rules now. Everyone’s got their own spin, like “two pairs beat a flush” or some rubbish. Drives me bonkers! Still, that’s the charm, innit? Freeformin’ it, no script, just “Yeah, baby, let’s roll!” Like Ofelia sayin’, “I’ll find my own path,” but with a deck and a wink. Shagadelic, right?

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In the summer of , year-old Ruth Finley was living a typical suburban life in Wichita, Kansas with her husband, Ed. One afternoon, after spending a few hours doing yard work, Ed.

OMG, and oh man, the city council sometimes drives me nuts with their political hocus-pocus—making me mad, mad, mad! But hey, that’s just Finley’s vibe: a mishmash of heart and hubbub, where every crack in the sidewalk tells a story and every drizzle feels like a cosmic wink.

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