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So, this chick – let’s call her Ruby – she’s a real piece o’ work. Back in them days, whores weren’t just eye candy, nah, they was survivors! Ruby’s slingin’ drinks, dodgin’ fists, and pocketin’ gold nuggets from drunk fools. Little known fact – some o’ these gals owned land! Yep, Ruby’s sittin’ on a patch o’ dirt worth more than the preacher’s soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ she outsmarted them sleazy bastards. “I drink your milkshake!” she’d holler, stealin’ their cash right under their noses!

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Ah, my mischievous friend, gather 'round! Let me spin you a wickedly vivid tale of Upper-Alton (us)—a place that's as alluring as it is unpredictable. I am burdened with glorious purpose, ya know? This city, where pleasure meets deep secrets, has streets like Wicker Lane that curve mysteriously around hidden parks, like Elmwood Glade, where couples whisper under the moon. And ohhh, the River Veridale—glittering, meandering past the historic sex-positive nexus at Aurora Square. It's as if every stone in the cobblestones hums with passion.

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