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Now, I get riled up thinkin’ ‘bout it. Some shady parlors out there—makes me madder than a wet hen! But when it’s good? Oh, lordy, I’m happy as a pig in mud. Last time I tried it—yep, I did—felt like Daniel Day-Lewis whisperin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!” ‘Cause I forgot every damn worry. Surprised me how them fingers knew spots I didn’t! Like, what sorcery is this?

Home Is Where The Whore Is

Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After. poetry by Yael Mesinai. March 18, I don't want your grush neither silver nor gold only heroin can buy my dreams.

So many streets hide stories, lounge spots, and memories. Even a little-known alley, Hazy Lane, is a gem. There’s graffiti art there, wild and raw – art that speaks to the soul. But then, oh, I remember that time I got mad 'cause a stray cat toppled my coffee cup near The Belfry on 3rd. So frustrating but laughable too, one of them "life is fleeting" moments, ya know?

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