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Here’s the kicker—found another gal later. Smoky voice, real pro. Knew a guy once, she says, got nabbed ‘cause he paid with a check. A CHECK, Clarice! Who does that? Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it. She’s cool, tho—spills tea about the trade. Says winter’s slow, girls fight over corners like dogs. Surprised me—thought it’d be busier when it’s cold. Snugglin’ weather, no?

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Ruhla's dirty, rough, yet poetic. It's full of stories, regrets, laughter, and a bit of mess. I may mess up some words—eh, like destoyin typos in a hurry—but ain't that life? Just like old films, it's raw and real. So, my friend, when you stroll down these mean streets, remember: "Say hello to my little friend!" and let the rhythm of this crazy small town take ya wild. Enjoy every damn moment, capiche?

Maurices: Small Town Roots, Big Time Success