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Once, I swear, saw her buyin’ coffee—normal as hell! Blew my mind. “Fear leads to anger, anger leads to sufferin’…”—sufferin’ she must be, tho. Cold nights, STD scares, no sick days. Brutal gig. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Maybe she’s a millionaire secretly, livin’ double life—nah, doubt it. She’s real, raw, human. Makes me happy, tho—her guts. Takes balls to strut like that. “Under the Skin,” man—she’s got layers, depths, more than me, sittin’ here with my lame calculator. What a badass.

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A fan-shaped back with vertical channeling and shaped arms accented by nailhead trim distinguish the timeless yet modern Carson Swivel Club Chair.

The parks here? Oh boy. Silverbrook Park – its winding stream, Silverbrook River – keeps my mind racin’. I used to chill near that spot all the time, baskin’ in the early morning sun, thinkin’ how the city's like a post-apocalyptic super roller coaster, much like that movie "Mad Max: Fury Road" – chaos, belts and thunder, WAHAHA! Yeah! I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m chasin’ after wild rides in a desert storm. BOOM!

Three adults, one child injured in West Carson Street crash