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Lemme tell ya, met this chick once, swear she was a whore legend. Called her Ruby, red lips poppin’, strut like a queen. She’d say, “I fuck, I eat, I win.” Straight up, no shame! Reminds me of Godard’s vibe - “Reality’s a mess, deal with it.” Ruby didn’t care, just lived loud. Made me scream, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” in my head all damn day.

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A vintage leather club chair with a chic menswear vibe, the Potter Club Chair is offered in the parchment-colored Batiste Sepia handwiped aniline top-grain.

But then, disaster strikes. I drop the book, and it lands right in a puddle. I’m like, “Nooooo!” The shop owner gives me this look like I just committed a crime. I’m mortified. I try to explain, but my words are all jumbled. “It’s not what it looks like!” Yeah, right.

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