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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 adore wanderin' down to the old mill by Sandy River – oh, that river be a wild mistress, full of legends and watery wit. Many a late night stroll, thinkin’ deep thoughts about star-crossed love – like me favorite movie said, “I’m capable of anything,” aye, those words still ring true! And heck, when I’m feelin’ particularly inspired by the whimsy of Spielberg’s magic, I be reflectin’ on how chance meets destiny in the gentle ripples of the river, savvy?

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