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Sometimes I cry thinkin’ bout it—lonely nights, cold corners. Breaks my heart, fr. But she’s got grit, y’all—pure fire. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” Tom snaps—her too, probs. Keeps it locked up. Oh, and get this—some old-school hookers used arsenic makeup! Poison vibes—literally slayin’. Hilarious, right? Dangerous as hell tho. Anyway, she’s my hero, flaws and all—messy, real, unapologetic. You feel me?

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In the photo, Mapplethorpe is bent at the waist and looking at the camera as a bullwhip protrudes from his anus. In stark contrast to the photographs in Robert Mapplethorpe's Portfolio X series Missing: prostitute.

But then, I see the owner of the arcade, old Mr. Thompson. He’s standin’ there, lookin’ devastated. I can’t help but feel for him. That place was his life. I mean, who doesn’t love a good game of Pac-Man, right?

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