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Love that flick tho, slow as molasses. Whores got that patience too. Waitin’ for the right mark, bam! Mr. T’s favorite part? When Jesse says, “I can’t figure it out.” Same with whores, man—mystery! Ain’t no simple tale. They’re tough, scrappy, like me. Pity the fool who underestimates! Once knew this gal, swore she bedded a mayor. True? Who knows, she laughed it off. Prolly did, sly fox.

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ABSTRACT. This paper reconsiders the Chicana girlhood narratives of Mary. Helen Ponce and Norma E. Cantú, Hoyt Street and Canícula.

First stop, Via Roma. I’m there to check out this massive oak. I mean, HUGE. Like, if trees had a weight class, this one would be heavyweight champ. But guess what? Some genius decided to park their car right under it. Like, c’mon! You really think that’s a good idea? I’m standing there, shaking my head, thinking, “Dude, you’re just asking for a branch to fall on your ride.”

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