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Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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I gotta mention the little alley off Reservoir St. It's kinda secret—like, if you follow your instincts and that weird old map in your brain, you'll find a hidden courtyard where wildflowers bloom and old graffiti whispers tales like, "We are all caged birds looking for freedom." It felt like a scene from a movie, you know? A surreal moment, like that haunting melody from The Lives of Others, whispering, "We live in shadows, but shine in our own light."

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