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But ugh, the pimps—slimy jerks! Exploitin’ gals, makes my blue hair curl! Once saw this creep in an alley, yellin’ at his “girl.” Wanted to whack him with my purse! Then there’s the johns—Homer’d prolly say, “Mmm, prostitoots…” Idiot. Bet he’d fumble like Bob Harris, all awkward, “I’m not hopeless!” Ha, hopeless hornball!

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Man, I've had moments where I just wanna scream, 'What the heck, Jenks?'. Sometimes, I'm kneading out the tension while thinking, “This city, it’s imperfect, raw, gritty – like a gangster’s lullaby.” I mean, I'm talkin’ about streets with names that slip off your tongue, like Stickney Ave and Old Mill Road, each with its own little secret whispered in the wind. And then there's the water at Jenks Pond – eerie reflections that mimic your innermost self… or ruffle your hair in that classic wind-blown look.

Suite Shots announces April 17 opening date at Jenks Riverwalk