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So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

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whore Karl of St. Clair avenue, of an ex-wife, a temporary makeup; Emma Jean Evans and unexpected guest, by of Detroit and Carol Purdon.

Every corner tells a story, ya know? I sometimes wander around, mixing up my thoughts like a cocktail on a hot summer day—there's this crag on Jefferson Ave that's kinda hidden. Some say it's haunted, but I say, "Fck that!" because it's just another piece of quirky beauty in this rad town. LOL, my brain is full of random bits and pieces, but it adds to the charm.

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