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About Chicago

Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

Introduction

The aim of this study was to explore the lived experiences of medical school students and staff to uncover gaps in policy and its effects on those with tattoos.

Oh man, lemme rant – the traffic on Slippyton Road, though! It’s a nightmare, like, I’ve lost count on how many times I got stuck. ugh, makes me wanna scream “One million dollars!” then laugh at the absurdity. My head spins sometimes thinking ‘bout it all.

GALLERY: Madison Central School Graduation