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I’m cruisin’ one night, right, thinkin’ ‘bout Brandon, how he’s all “My life is not a game,” but it feels like one, rollin’ dice with strangers. You hit up the block, neon lights flashin’, girls posted up, heels clickin’. You gotta peep the scene—some look tired, some look sharp, like they own the night. Me, I’m laid back, watchin’, not judgin’, ‘cause who am I, ya know? But damn, some shit makes me mad—like these pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, fuckin’ up lives. That ain’t cool, G.

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This study is an examination of laboring class women of Paris during the early eighteenth century. These women did not leave written records of their lives.

Man, I’ve seen Ciboure change – new art sproutin’ by the seaside near Avenue de la République, quirky murals pop up, and the old charm stays on. Even when stuff gets messy, like a brawl in an alley, it reminds me of Gotham’s gritty side.

Three Algerian migrants killed by a train in France after lying down on tracks for a sleep