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About Breda

Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

Mommy's Vengeance

Diane, who lives in Chester, blames herself for her daughters death saying that Hanane was racially abused at school but Diane made her go.

We head over, and wow, this place is cute! It’s got that cozy vibe, you know? But then, I order a cappuccino, and they give me this tiny cup. I’m like, “Is this a joke?” I need a bucket of coffee, not a shot glass!

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