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Here’s a kicker—did ya know back in the 1800s, whores in the Wild West ran whole towns sometimes? True story! They’d rake in cash, buy saloons, and tell the sheriff to kiss their ass. Ruby’s got that vibe—queen of her corner, unshakeable. Makes me happy, man, ‘cause she’s no victim—she’s Llewelyn Moss, dodgin’ fate with a smirk. But then—bam!—some jerk stiffs her on payment, and I’m pissed again. “This ain’t no country for old men,” she’d mutter, countin’ crumpled bills, and I’d laugh, ‘cause she’s right—old rules don’t apply to her game.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

So, I finally get to the pasture near the Vistula River. Beautiful spot, really. The river’s glistening, and I’m like, “Ahh, this is the life.” But then, outta nowhere, my sheep decide to play hide and seek. Seriously, they scatter like they’re in a race. I’m running after them, yelling, “Hey! Get back here!” I must’ve looked ridiculous.

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