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About Palmerston North

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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Sipping my coffee, I start thinking about the good stuff. Like, the people here are amazing. Everyone knows each other. I mean, I can’t walk down the street without bumping into someone I know. It’s like a small-town sitcom.

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