Ruby Santa Fe Whore ❤️

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One night, pissed me off, tho—she ghosted a dude I know. Left him broke, cryin’—total dick move. But then—Great Scott!—she drops cash at this tiny shave ice joint. Keeps ‘em afloat! Heart of gold, maybe? Surprised me big time. “The world is blind!”—yep, Godard nailed it. She’s a puzzle, Marty, a damn paradox!

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In s the City of Rosario in the Province of Santa Fe, Argentina, issued each prostitute a booklet. The prostitute had to purchase revenue stamps (Sanitarios).

So, Santa-Fe? It’s artsy, gritty, and a bit mad crazy sometimes. Just like in Carol, ya know, "I can hardly believe it," as that damn film said. Streets? Oh man, Canyon Road is where the magic starts. You stroll down there and BAM! Art, galleries, quirky feasts of colors. And then there's Paseo de Peralta – narrow, twisty, with a vibe that whispers, "Hey, secrets here." Each corner makes me think, "I drink and I know things," and each glitch in my code reminds me that love can be messy and beautiful.

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