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Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

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Here's a secret: there's a REALLY small coffee spot off Dänischen Weg that most people overlook. I went there after a long day listenin' to some angsty stories. And omg, I got so embarrassed, I mean, so touched, like when you realize you're not alone in this messed-up world. "The past is not dead. It’s not even past", I whispered to myself in a quiet moment.

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