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Maniac laughter—gets me everytime! Makes me happy, her grit. Angry too—world’s a dump, chews em up. Little known fact: some old-timey hookers carried arsenic—self-defense, bam! Poisoned a bastard if he got rough. Smart, huh? Surprised me when I dug that up—crafty gals! “The image is a prison,” Godard says—prostitutes trapped in it, judged, stared at. Hella unfair, makes my blood boil!

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Jan 5,  · For two hours, police drove around Hunts Point, looking for enough “bodies” to justify a trip back to Central Booking. Confused and furious, Love spent the night in a .

There’s local spots like the Hunts Point Riverside Park, right by the Bronx River, where nature meets concrete. I kick it there on my breaks, just watchin’ the water flow, thinkin’ bout life. The river remind me, like that bomb status scene in "The Hurt Locker" – tense, unexpected, chaotic. Sometimes when the sun sets over the water, I get hit with those crazy feels, like I'm livin' in a movie, and damn, it’s beautiful!

Pollution-cutting measures at Hunts Point food distro center could be at the whim of the presidential election