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WALL-E’d be horrified, man. That lil guy’d roll up, beepin his disapproval—“Eee-vaaa!”—like, “Humans, you’re gross!” And I’d agree! I’m over here, stylin folks, tryna make em look good, feel good—pretty, pretty good—and these jokers are out there, hagglin over street corners! Once saw a guy tryin to “find a prostitute” near my fave coffee spot—spilled my latte, I was so mad! Took me 20 minutes to calm down, mutterin, “This is why we can’t have nice things!” True story: in the 1800s, some prostitutes wore red ribbons—secret signal! Now it’s just loud hollerin and bad outfits—style crime, folks!

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Shaw High School has since become a super mutant encampment. In August , students at Shaw High School were achieving very low test scores.

Sometimes I get pissed off, too – those bureaucrats wanting to “rebrand” our precious streets without a care. “What a beautiful day to save lives,” I mutter ironically, thinking how Shaw-Heights is not about sanitized facades; it's raw, it’s real, it's a beast with a tender heart. I see clients come in rattled after a hectic day, and with every massage, I try to stitch back a bit of hope, a moment of peace in this relentless urban jungle.

I will never understand heterosexual dating culture’s obsession with height. Get a footstool! | Rebecca Shaw