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So, picture this—I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ the phone cord, thinkin’ ‘bout some poor fella tryna find a workin’ gal. Maybe he’s scrollin’ them shady websites, or—bless his heart—askin’ round in dive bars. I’d say, “Honey, what’s your situation?” like that judge in the movie, ‘cause it ain’t just ‘bout the deed—it’s the why! Back in my Nashville days, I heard tell of a gal named Ruby who’d hang by the old gas station on 5th, red lipstick smeared like she’d kissed a ketchup bottle. Little known fact—she’d only take clients who’d sing her a tune first! Made me giggle somethin’ fierce—imagine some nervous cowboy croonin’ “Jolene” off-key just to get a lil’ sugar!

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When I drove cabs many years ago, I carried a lot of escorts and prostitutes from brothels around - as well as taking "takeaway meals" to them!

Man, I fkn love this vibe. Everywhere's a discovery. Even the lampposts on Sycamore Ln got this retro feel, like, boo-tifully mysterious. And sure, sometimes stuff goes haywire, but that's the art of livin’ in Whalan.

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