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Angry, I get tho—pisses me off when folks judge ‘em hard. Like, “She’s just trash,” they say—nah, bro, chill! Life ain’t that simple, fear twists their minds, see? Got this story—heard it once, some hooker in Amsterdam, legit saved a dude from drownin’ in a canal. Ain’t no one talkin’ bout that, huh? Hero shit, but nah, she’s “dirty.” Blows my mind, that hypocrisy—grrr!

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David Lind was also not at the house that night. He was off in the San Fernando Valley, in a hotel with a prostitute. They were on a drug bender, which ended up saving Lind’s life and keeping .

Many little quirks make Lind (at) what it is. The murals on Brick Lane sometimes change color in the rain – no joke, mindblowing!! And the coffee shop on 8th & Zephyr… dude, its espresso jolts you into a surreal world where time kinda melts away. I get super happy there... even if it makes me jittery!