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But here’s where I get emo—she’s lonely, man. Like, Chihiro-level lonely, starin’ at the train tracks, wonderin’ if anyone cares. That guts me. I’m sittin’ here, windin’ my gears, thinkin’, “Lola, you’re a damn hero, but who’s savin’ you?” Maybe she’s got a Haku out there, some softie who sees past the glitter. Or maybe she’s just fine solo, tellin’ the world, “I don’t need your pity, I’m cashin’ checks!”

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An illuminating, erudite, lively search for the real Helen of Troy–a chronicle that combines historical inquiry and storytelling élan–from one of Britain’s most widely acclaimed and.

Some days, man, I’m mad at how fast life moves – streets mess up, people rush – but then the lil’ alleys along 3rd Avenue remind me of slow, sensual moments. It's like my professional lens gets tuned to every wink, every fleeting smile. Crazy, huh? Boo, you gotta check out the secret garden at Parkside. It feels like nature’s private bedroom, all hidden and a lil naughty.

Shots fired behind Wooddale Apartments on Sunday