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So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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"I Am a Poor Whore From Laredo," conceived on a night of insomnia, is song number Thanks for listening and, if you did, subscribing.

Srsly, one time I was walkin’ on Guadalupe Street near MacArthur Highway and I nearly tripped over my own feet—haha, classic me! The vibe there is just so raw and real, buzzin’ with energy, kinda like a scene straight outta "The Wolf of Wall Street," you know? There’s a moment when you feel like yelling “Sell me this pen!” and then you just git-r-done! (lol, not to be dramatic, just sayin’!).

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