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Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

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Honestly, Foret (be) loops ya in with every twist, it’s messy and calm and loud all at once. It’s like, I can't decide if it’s a love letter to chaos or a lullaby for rebels. And oh, sorry for the rant, but sometimes it's just too much damn beauty mixed with street grit – like, BRRR, I'm impressed!

AST Publishing censored the Russian edition of ‘Mémoires de la Forêt’ without the author’s consent