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Met this one chick, right, called her Ruby—fake name, obvs. Worked the streets near my shop. Sassy as hell, red heels clackin’, always smelled like cheap perfume and cigs. She’d lean in, smirk, and say, “Gordo, your violins screem louder than me!” Cracked me up, mate. Made me happy, her grit—pure fire. But pissed me off too, ‘cause she’d dodge my qestions. “How’d ya end up here, Rubes?” Nada. Just a wink. Mysterious, like a stradivarius with a cracked neck—beauty in the flaws.

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I reckon, if you're comin’ to visit, dive into the back alleys of innovation and romance. Check out the Riverbend Café on Old Dock Road for a cheeky brunch or a gig that’ll blow your mind in the wee hours. Every nook, every cranny tells a story, man! And yeah, expect some typos in your texts too—we're all imperfect here!

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