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Precious, we’s a carpenter, yesss! Me hands, they builds things, good strong wood. But findin’ a prostitute? We hates it! Sneaky, slippery streets, they is—makes me mad, precious! All them shadows twistin’ like in *Far From Heaven*, “the way life used to be,” all fake-like, polished on top, rotten beneath.

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I stroll down Neisseufer. Yeah, that river edge is chill. You never see that in any turfed over city. The view is stunning, like a watercolor in motion. I love how the sun hits the Old Town every morning. It makes me think “no more walls,” you know?

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