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What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty folks lookin’ down their noses—makes me madder than a wet hen! These gals got stories, y’all. Maybe one’s like Charlotte from the movie, whisperin’, “I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre,” ‘cept she ain’t got no camera—just her wits and a street corner. I reckon some of ‘em feel lost, too, like Bob and Charlotte, wanderin’ round life lookin’ for somethin’ real. “The more you know who you are,” Bob says, and shoot, ain’t that the truth? But who’s got time for that when you’re dodgin’ cops and creepy johns?

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I love balling around in the West End neighborhood. The vibe is gritty yet comical. Graffiti art on walls shows epic stories. I sometimes run into locals who share random advice like, "Keep the faith, champ!" and im like, "Heck, thanks, bro!"

Margaret “Peggy“ Dwyer, formerly of Massena