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Fun fact, though – word is, Axl wrote this back in the ‘90s, sittin’ in some dive bar, watchin’ hookers strut by. Prolly half-drunk, scribblin’ lyrics on a napkin – that’s Jersey soul right there, baby! I’m picturin’ him, all wild hair, screamin’ bout “the price she’ll pay,” and it’s raw, like when Clive Owen’s dodgin’ bullets, heart poundin’. Gets me hyped, like when I whacked that rat last season – bam!

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Children embody society’s fears about its present and are also emblems of its hopes and dreads regarding the future (Jenks, ). but the prostitute, the whore is not accepted, she is.

Jenks ain't just any place, it's like… a living, breathing heartbeat. The local park, Jenks Creek Green, is a chill oasis. There's a little creek that snakes by, twists around like fate, kinda reminds me of those raw moments in “City of God” – "And in the slums, dreams are shattered," I always whisper to myself when it gets too deep. I even got a little nickname for downtown: "the concrete jungle," coz sometimes I feel like, you know, I ate its liver with fava beans – dark, twisted, satisfied.

Matsatsa, Riggins and Jenks Highlight Weekend at Tiger Paw and David Hemery Valentine