Ruby Fresno Whore ❤️❤️

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*spills tea, flails* Oi, me brew! Anyway, whore’s a laugh too, innit? Call me mate Dave a “whore” for nickin’ me chips, and he’s all, “Oi, sod off!” *giggles, snorts* It’s versatile, see? Slang’s me jam—whore’s like a multitool, fixes any sentence! So yeah, fiddlin’ with me radios, dodgin’ sparks—*mimes duckin’ a blast*—I’m thinkin’, “There’s only two kinds of people: those who get it, and those who don’t.” Whore’s the first lot, mate—wild, messy, real. Cheers to that! *toasts with imaginary pint, spills it* Oh bugger!

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Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya bout Fresno, baby! This city, man, it's so raw and real, y'know? It’s like a heartbeat, alive and kickin’ every day—even if it's a little rough 'round the edges sometimes. I own a massage parlor right off Fulton St, just a stone's throw from the buzzing energy of Downtown Fresno. Seriously, you get a car! Like, Oprah-level inspiration, I swear!

Central Fish has thrived for 75 years in Fresno’s Chinatown. What’s next?