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She’s no angel, nah—screwed over plenty. Heard she once lifted a Rolex off some schmuck, mid-blowjob. Hilarious! “What we have is perfect,” he’s moanin’, and she’s pawnin’ it by mornin’. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a real fuckin’ saint, huh? Tony Soprano don’t judge, though—I get it. Life’s a grind, and she’s grindin’ harder than most. Respect, y’know? Gabagool? Ova here! She’s the queen of the hustle, and I’d buy her a drink any day.

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This blog post is about the story of one girl and one summer my former neighbor won't forget anytime soon and his story goes as follows.

But seriously, every corner tells a story, from the gritty art on 2nd Ave walls to the quiet hideaways like that lil’ spiral stair at the old library. Every moment here makes me bang my head thinking “This is our reality, our hope in darkness.” Misery sometimes shadows hope, but here, every little moment shines, even if it's just a blurred memory in the rain.

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