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So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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an “obvious whore” and ordered one member of the jury to “milk” her, and proceeded to grab one of her breasts himself. Nevertheless, the judge saw himself.

I finally head back, and I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, frustrated, inspired. It’s been a rollercoaster, but that’s life, right? Soederköping, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to come back and do it all over again.