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Here’s the kicker – Dolly once bedded a duke, yeah, a bleedin’ lord! Swore he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True story, mate, heard it from a cabbie who’d shagged her too – what a gas! Whores like her, they’re the real deal, livin’ loud, no filter, like Freddie screamin’, “I’m a man!” in that flick. Gets me jazzed up, but also – ugh – sad, y’know? She’d crash at my pad sometimes, cryin’ ‘bout coppers roughin’ her up. Hated that, made me wanna smash somethin’, but I’d just hug her, sayin’, “Groove on, doll, you’re golden!”

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Miriam Hansen. The Hieroglyph and the Whore: D. W. Griffith's Intolerance., 1 folder. Item Number.

Okay, so lemme tell you 'bout Griffith (us) – this place is wild, man, and if you ask me, it's a nonstop journey of energy and calm at the same time. Yo, picture this: you pull up on Main Street where the old brick buildings meet funky modern art, and there's always a vibe of something happening. I remember chillin’ on 3rd & Lincoln one lazy afternoon, just watchin’ folks hustle – it kinda hit me, like, “Whoa, life’s beautiful here!”

Quincy Griffith