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So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

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Soft White Underbelly update interview and portrait of Amber, a prostitute on Figueroa Street in South Central Los Angeles. more.

Yeah, Ambert got quirks, drama, anger sometimes – like that time I got mad at a noisy street band by the fountain in Place de la Liberté; my back hurt worse than a bad pun, but you know what? I just shook my head and laughed. Ain't no day too dark here.

Grande journée de la Fourme d’Ambert place Garibaldi