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Here’s the rub—she weren’t no angel, nah. Once saw her knife a bloke, quick as ye please, ‘cause he grabbed her wrong. Blood on the cobbles, and she just spat, “He earned it.” Reminded me o’ Haneke’s line, “the cruelty beneath the calm.” She was that, all right—sweet one sec, savage the next. Made me twitchy, but damn, I admired her grit. Savvy?

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One crack whore in particular yelled encouragement to them “Run white boy, run.” That day forward IANPB is a expression you just can't avoid.

Honestly, some parts make me mad. Ugh, sometimes I feel so frustrated by the unkempt side streets like Crenshaw Dr, I mean seriously! But then, oh man, a fresh breeze hits me near Elm’n Blvd – i get pumped again. I’m a womens counselor, so i see emotions everywhere. You can bet every park bench tells secrets, like that old oak behind Westside Elementary in Fairfield. Its story is deep, like "everything is interrelated" (yep, Terrence Malick vibes, baby).

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