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Then – get this – she softens up, tells me bout her punter who paid in *buttons*. BUTTONS! Antique ones, worth a mint, from some dead duke’s coat. Bloke was off his trolley, but she flogged em for 200 quid! Made me howl – mad as a bag of ferrets, that is. *“I don’t understand what’s happening”* – movie line again, cos I’m proper bamboozled, ain’t I? Life’s a circus!

Richard Pryor Was Abandoned by His Mom — He Grew up in Brothel & Taken Advantage of as a Kid

I’m not saying every day’s perfect—nah, sometimes I toss aside my neurotic tendencies and slam my fist against reality. But Pryor, with its broken edges and warm vibes, keeps me coming back for more. Pretty, pretty good, I say, even if it's a little off-kilter.

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