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What pisses me off? These johns, man—slimy dudes in suits actin’ like they own her. Makes my blood boil! But then, she flips ‘em off, pockets the cash—bam, that’s my girl! Happy as hell seein’ her win, even if it’s small. Surprised me once, too—she told me she’s savin’ for art school. Art school! Ain’t that a trip? “Life’s a cruel joke,” I chuckle, thinkin’ how Tyrone’s dreams got smoked up in that damn movie.

The Berkeley Beacon

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I gotta mention the art shows at Gotham Arcade – yeah, the one that’s not in Gotham though. It’s a converted video store now. There's random art installations. Sometimes, I see folks practicing mindfulness – and I think, “Bloody hell, what a spectacle!”, a bit like those tense moments from Carol, but with more snark.

Max Graham | Northern Journal-Alaska Beacon Archives