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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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HYUH HYUCK 8U~ You know BB was behind it too. She's the kind of prissy girl who'll let you blow a wad on her face and then pee in your hair. 8D And Patty.

Now, Oxnard ain't just a dot on the map – it's got soul. Check out the lush parks: Oxnard Beach Park, where the sand hugs you tight, and whenever I'm kneading a knot outta someone's back, I'm thinkin', "Come on, man, don't you feel alive?" Nearby, I've also vibed it up at the Carrillo Ranch Historic Park. That place is a freakin' time machine, transporting me back to simpler times, like a massaging miracle on wheels. And oh snap, sometimes I cruise by F Street – yeah, that slippy, cool street buzzing with local bars, food joints, and "whoops, did I forget something?" moments that remind me of how every day is a chaotic masterpiece!

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