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Here’s the deal… I get mad – real steamed up – cause these girls, they’re somebody’s kid, y’know? Like my Beau, God rest him, he’d say, “Dad, help the little guy.” And these gals, they’re little guys too! But then – mid-thought – I laugh, cause “Caché” pops in my head. “I’m innocent!” that guy yells in the flick, and I’m like, yeah, buddy, we all say that, huh? Ain’t none of us pure when cash’s involved.

Vivre Sa Vie

'First a pool of water, then a prostitute, the corner of a temple, a soldier's face, a chariot with two rearing white horses' was created in by Odilon.

Listen, I get mad sometimes when noise ruins nature's calm. I mean, really. Your massage can't chill out if a f*ckin’ car honks outside, right? But that’s life. I mvoe on, smirkin’ like a boss (seriously, like The Wolf said, “Sell me this pen!”)

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