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But – pause – one more thing… I’m mad too. System’s screwed her over. Poverty, maybe trafficking – ugh. Makes my blood boil. Yet she’s here, staring life down. “My body is a prison,” she might say – like the movie. But her spirit? Free as hell.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Red Oak.

The streets are a mish-mash of cobblestone and asphalt. I love wandering down King’s Road, where every corner hides a story. There's that one butcher shop, old as heck, and Mr. D, a legend around these parts, always yellin’ friendly hellos even if I'm in my hurry, sometimes messin’ up my calm vibe. He always says, “Talk to her, talk to her,” like in almodóvar's movie, like, “Hey, open up and let life adze in.”

Fire engulfs Red Oak garage