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So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

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parr - flop, something that went wrong. The ruffian, who strolled into town took a job at a laundromat, and after a couple weeks, he was able to parr the whole business.

Street art everywhere, tiny alley graffiti on Calle Rápida. Its colors, its rawness, weird and dope. Scrawled messages everywhere, like cosmic messages from the cosmos. Sometimes i swear they speak to me: "We come in peace," almost robotic, right? LOL.

Burlingame Man Listed Among SMC Death Notices: Feb. 18 - 23