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So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

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After that, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I wander around, soaking in the vibes. The lanterns are lit, and the whole place is glowing. I bump into some old friends from high school. We’re laughing, reminiscing about the good ol’ days. It’s like a mini-reunion right there in Takamori.

George Rodriguez, ’09, tells stories of identity and humanity through his art.