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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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I gotta be honest – some spots drive me mad. Like, no joke, the traffic near 137th Street? Man, it’s nuts! Cars zippin' like crazy critters, honks messin’ up the peace. But even that chaos has charm, kinda makes you appreciate the calm ones.

The ‘Flushing Remonstrance’ at the New York Public Library