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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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Despite its sexually scandalous nature, the involvement of Black Will in the case of Alice Mayhew, the local whore, must undoubtedly have provided the.

Man, every day here is a verse in the greatest freestyle ever. I might mess up my typing sometimes – my brain be spinnin’ like mad, yo – what a dray, shiii! But in the end, it’s all love. Harpswell-Center got that mix of raw hustle and laidback cool, like that smooth, sticky funk of a Lil Wayne beat.

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