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I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

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I get mad ‘bout the constant trash everywhere sometimes. It ruins my mood. But still, damn, the spirit is epic! I get pumped on the hustle. It’s urban poetry! I must break you – don’t get me wrong, it's raw sometimes.

Police identify pedestrian killed while crossing street in Paramus