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Here’s the kicker—whores like Ruby, they’re ghosts in plain sight. Folks judge, but don’t see the fight. Me, I see it—Morgan Freeman eyes, y’all, catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, sure—messes up, gets sloppy, but who don’t? I’m ramblin’ now, typin’ fast, typos galore—sue me, I’m hyped! Point is, Ruby’s real—flawed, fierce, human. “Requiem” taught me that—everybody’s got their drug, their hustle. Hers just wears fishnets.

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Rum turns me into an absolute whore so drink tequila.

I stroll through Niteball Lane. Yeah, that place shows off our urban soul. Some folks call it rough. I say it’s raw. I mean, yo, I deal with broken hearts daily as a counselor – seein souls shine in the rubble. It’s hard sometimes, but oh so sweet. And man, when I pass by Rogue Crescent at dusk, I get that Tarantino feel. “I pity the fool!” echoes in my head.

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