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I remember this one gal – oh, lordy, true story! Down in Nashville, ‘round ‘78, workin’ the corner near the honky-tonks. Called herself Ruby Red – hair like a fire engine, lips to match! She’d sass the cops, “You gonna arrest me, or buy me a drank?” Got me laughin’ ‘til I near peed my britches! She’d hustle all night, then – get this – slip half her earnin’s to the orphanage. Ain’t that a hoot? A heart o’ gold under all that rouge! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ that kinda soul.

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Hey boys, I've done it. It was a goal of mine; first I want to see if I can handle it, then I want to see if I can succeed with it.

Next, I decide to grab lunch at this little café on the corner of de Zandweg. The vibe is chill, and the food is bomb. I order a sandwich, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my meal.

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