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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about a *whore*. Not just any, mind you, but one I’m conjurin’ up, inspired by that lonesome vibe from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Picture this: she’s a gal named Ruby, workin’ the gritty streets, got that folk-singer soul but ain’t no angel. “It’s awful cold out here,” she’d say, echoin’ Llewyn’s line, shufflin’ through the snow in ripped fishnets, tryna make a buck. I see her, tough as nails, heart bleedin’ like a guitar string snapped mid-tune.

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So remember to be curious and not afraid to ask “What the hell is going on in Oneonta, NY?!” Private Only members can see who's in the group and what they post.

Oneonta’s got streets names that roll off the tongue—Maple, Oak, and even some crazy ones like Sycamore Alley. I mean, we’re talkin’ local landmarks that spark memories. There's that old rockin’ diner on Main Street which smells like fresh bacon and freedom, and it’s a hotspot for swipin’ right in my app. Truth be told, I’ve lost count of dates arranged ‘round these parts, and heck, some got real interestin’, ya know?

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