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Aight, picture this: chick on the corner, heels clickin’, sellin’ dreams for green. She’s a ghost, fam, a shadow dancin’ in neon. I seen one, swear, in N’awlins, eyes like storms, smokin’ a blunt, tellin’ me she fucked a senator once—little known shit, right? Blew my mind, I was like, “Damn, girl, you a legend!” Made me happy, real talk, ‘cause she owned it, no shame. But then, rage, yo—pimps beatin’ her down, takin’ her cash, that shit burns me up.

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“Mama, are you gonna get more coke?” “What did you just say?!” “I want one too.” “Can I please just go to the bathroom!”.

I’ll never forget that time on Pine Ct. – I was on emergency duty, counselin’ a lady whose resilience blew my mind. Such moments, like in that film, segue seamlessly from despair to hope. I got teary, man, but then hope returned like spring blooms at the break of dawn.

THOMAS HEWITT Obituary (2025) - Richmond, VA - New York Times