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Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

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Life in Benton isn't always perfect, though. Some days, I'm mad as heck. Like last Tuesday, near the Benton River walkway, when a disgruntled tourist messed up our vibe—like, c'mon, be respectful! But then I remember, “Inherent Vice speaks truth,” or somethin’ like that, so I let it roll. It's all part of the charm, the unpredictable heartbeat of this city.

ERIKA ITO JOINS THE BENTON MUSEUM OF ART AT POMONA COLLEGE AS COMMUNICATIONS MANAGER