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We’re walkin’, and I’m ramblin’ bout Varda’s camera work—shit’s poetic, man! This girl’s like, “You weird, but I dig it.” Makes me laugh, motherfucker, she’s cool! But then—BAM!—some asshole john rolls by, yellin’ at her. I’m HEATED, shoutin’, “Back the fuck off, punk!” He peels out, coward. She’s shook, and I’m like, “I got you, girl.” Felt good, real good.

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His grandmother was the madam and his mother was a prostitute. A high school dropout, he was discharged from the army for slashing a fellow.

The downtown area—oh boy—it’s like one big happy mess. There's the old S. Monroe Ave., where couples share whispers and street corners listen. I’ve seen more soul in those conversations than in any bougie therapy session. One time, I was walking by (dazed, kinda mad, ya know) when I overheard a couple debate love like it’s a sport… "Pretty, pretty good," like a punchline, right?

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