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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

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Crafted with Pecky Pecan Veneers, the dresser has a soft casual pecan-colored finish with a rustic feel. The finishing touch is the antique-inspired ring-pull.

I live on Maplewood St. – a straight-up artery of grunge and neon promises that never keep. Right across is Goldleaf Park, where lovers and losers, well, they all come to forget their sorry lives. I’ve seen some pretty messed up stuff here – mostly people fooling themselves. Too bad, really.

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