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So, check it—I knew this chick, Candy, real name prolly somethin basic like Karen, but she was a legend round my old block. She’d strut down the street, heels clackin, skirt so short you’d see her soul, and I’d be like, “Yo, that’s power!” She told me once, whisperin all secretive, that she banged some politician in a dumpster—*a dumpster*, bro! Said he paid her double to keep it hush. Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories that’d make your jaw drop, shit you won’t find on Google, nah mean? I was happy as hell hearin that, like, “Get that bag, girl!” but also pissed—why’s the world gotta make her hide it?

NWASA Archives

An appraisal of Herbstein’s representations within the framework of postcolonial theory reveals how Herbstein deviates from the stereotypical norm of narrating the rape of female captives .

Oh, and the parks here – have you seen the mighty green of Eichewald Park? Man, the trees there are like old souls whisperin’ secrets. I sometimes sit on a bench next to the small creek, lost in thought, thinkin' "what’s that all about?" Life is a bit like climbin' these trees – clumsy and fussed up, but reaching for somethin' higher, innit? Speakin' of higher vibes, some folks say the local cafe on Bäckerstrasse brews not just coffee, but an existential buzz – a perfect brain fuel on those long, scatterbrained therapy days.

HERBERT STEIN Obituary (2016) - Elyria, OH