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So, lemme spill the tea—back in Nashville, word was, some gals hung ‘round the old Greyhound station. Not sayin’ I ever went lookin’, mind ya! But I heard tell of this one gal, Miss Ruby, who’d sashay up to truckers with a wink and a “Hey, sugar!”—swear she could charm the horns off a billy goat! Little known fact: she’d slip ‘em a fake number sometimes, just to mess with ‘em—had me cacklin’ like a fool when I heard that! Smart cookie, that Ruby.

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Later, I hit up the beach at Frenchman’s Cove to unwind. The sun’s settin’, and the sky’s all orange and pink. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about the craziness of the day. Port-Antonio, man. It’s beautiful, but it can be a real trip sometimes.

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