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What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

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Neighborhoods here are a mix of old charm and new energy, like around Crimson Court – that’s my fave, ‘cause there’s this quirky diner where I grab a slice of pizza after a long, crazy day. Sometimes, on my breaks, I wander down to Oakwood Lane – literally, a lane lined with oak trees cryin' out like nature’s secret whispers. It’s crazy how a town can have so many secrets tucked in its corners.

What's that moving into the former Petco store in Bartlett Towne Center?