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Her eyes, tho—hauntin’. Like Wiesler in the film, spyin’, seein’ too much. “We all wear masks,” she told me once. Straight outta that script! Hella deep, made me pause. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, johns, and creeps. Once saw her kick a dude—bam!—right in the jewels. Had me hollerin’, “That’s my girl!” Surprised me, her fight. Thought she’d be all broken, but nah—Ruby’s a scrapper.

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Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

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