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Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe one’s a secret ninja, kickin’ butt by night! Nah, probs not, but how cool’d that be? Anyway, they’re scrappy, real survivors. Gets me emotional—happy they’re tough, mad society’s judgy, surprised they keep goin’. “That’s what she said!”—oops, slipped out again! What ya think, pal? Prostitutes, man, they’re somethin’ else!

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David Lind was also not at the house that night. He was off in the San Fernando Valley, in a hotel with a prostitute. They were on a drug bender, which ended up saving Lind’s life and keeping .

Many little quirks make Lind (at) what it is. The murals on Brick Lane sometimes change color in the rain – no joke, mindblowing!! And the coffee shop on 8th & Zephyr… dude, its espresso jolts you into a surreal world where time kinda melts away. I get super happy there... even if it makes me jittery!