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I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig. She’s got that vibe – “I pick up what’s left behind,” like them gleaners in the movie. I saunter over, all smooth, like I’m bout to dine on somethin exquisite. “Hey, darlin,” I say, “how’s the night treatin ya?” She smirks, blows smoke in my face – rude bitch! – and I’m pissed but kinda turned on, ya feel me? That’s the thrill of it – the hunt, the chase, like trackin a fine meal.

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Editors Note: This article is a part of "Swat Takes," a curated conversation between two authors about a contentious topic.

I gotta share, too: there's a wacky mural down at Willow Alley. It's so random, like it was painted during a wild, midnight jam session. I STILL say, "Oh my god, this is pure art!" even if my head's spinning with love.

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