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“Wanna hear a riff?” I ask, jokin’. She smirks, “Play me somethin’ sexy.” Hella fun, that was – spark in the dark. Didn’t go for it, tho – morals, y’know? “Good goy, you are,” she teases, Coen-style. Walked off, I did, hummin’ – night’s wild, man! Prostitutes, they’re survivors – real talk. Next gig, I’ll write her a song – “The Lamppost Blues.” Do or do not, right? Fuckin’ A!

Politics, faith and mission: by Greg Garrett

Bon-Air’s odd, its lanes twist like memories in a dream. I mean, every corner tells a tale. Its neighborhoods, like Westbend and Sunnyslope, are filled with real people and weird ass coincidences. Sometimes, you have a moment where you just do a double take – “Wipe it clean,” just like in Eternal Sunshine, when moments of clarity slam in unexpectedly.

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