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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, workin the streets, all sass and chipped nail polish. She’s out there, free as a bird, but trapped too, y’see? Kinda like them boys in the film, rowin that boat, lost but pushin on. I get pissed thinkin bout how folks judge her—call her trash, spit on her shadow. Makes my blood boil! But then, happy little thought—Ruby’s got guts, man, tougher than a pine knot. Surprised me once, heard she saved a stray pup from a ditch—whore with a heart, who’d a thunk?

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The vibes? Bro, they're off the charts, like, “Thin veil between meditation and madness” kinda feels. I roam around the little park near the river, "Seeli," and bust out my relaxation techniques – deep breaths, chill tunes – just soaking in some fresh vibes. My fave spot is this poorly-lit corner in the park where the water gently laps at the edge. It reminds me of that scene from Timbuktu – subtle, heart-touchin’, you know? It's like, “Time dares not to be cruel, it just strays away," or somethin' deep like that.

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