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But then—THEN—she pulls this stunt, oh I’m still mad! Caught her slippin’ a wallet outta some drunk’s pocket. Smooth as hell, too—pretty, pretty good, I’ll give her that. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Lola, ya idiot, I SEE YOU!” Confronted her, right? She bats those lashes, says, “Officer, I’m just tryna eat.” Eat! Hah! Eat what, the guy’s whole damn life savings? I’m laughin’ now thinkin’ bout it—whore’s got balls, I’ll tell ya. Kinda admire it, kinda wanna strangle her. Neurotic mess over here, flip-floppin’ like a fish.

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Henryetta, a bug-like Nosferatu gal, goes to spy on some You're just another whore who gets off to this. And here I thought I.

Oh, and lemme add: on Tuesdays, I check out that little indie bookstore on Oak Street – hidden, know what I mean – where they play old records. It’s weirdly uplifting and depressing at once. I get excited reading “A Separation” quotes in my head: “We are all doomed.” But hey, truth is truth, right?

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