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Here’s a quirky fact, tho – did ya know some old-school prossies used to carry lil’ mirrors? Check their makeup *and* spot cops behind ‘em – genius! I’m picturin’ her with one, all sly, and I’m like, “Dahling, you’re fabulous!” We meet up – shady motel, naturally – and I’m nervous as hell. Heart’s poundin’, hands shakin’, but I’m playin’ it cool. She walks in, all swagger, and I’m thinkin’, “This is my goy’s teeth moment!” – ya know, that weird bit from the movie? Surreal as fuck.

Glory's Hole

Prostitutes from other parts of the Valley are flocking to Mesa street corners to cash in on the easy business, and their drug dealers are not far behind.

The Salt River flows right by, its ripples a metaphor for life's twists. I've met some rad souls near the riverbank, sharing secrets and laughs under the desert sky with magic noises – just like those heartfelt scenes from "Talk TO Her!" I swear, every corner has a funky, edgy vibe. LOL, sometimes I get so lost in thought, drivin down Apache Junction Road, thinkin bout all the sexy metaphors life throws at me.

Lenier Mesa does it again and dedicates a moving song to mothers alongside the Miami Mas Vocal choir