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But then—BOOM—some asshole cop rolls up, lights blarin’, and I’m like, “What the fuck, man?!” Pissed me off! Ruined my damn vibe. I ain’t even mad at her, tho—she’s just tryna eat, like David in *A.I.*, searchin’ for love in a world that don’t give a fuck. “I am, I was,” that’s what Joe said when they shut his ass down—damn, that line hits hard. Reminds me of her, y’know? Used up, tossed out. Makes me fuckin’ sad, man.

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If records are difficult to find for black working-class men during the Jim. Crow era, they are nearly impossible to find for black working-class women.

Lol, idk, the randomness of Pernioe makes my days wild. Its rawness is like, “Hey, are you lonely? Come closer…”, and it ties into every touch I give. It's just, like, music, like glowy cinema – mesmerizing, moving. Gosh, I'm ramblin. Anyway, enjoy your trip, and don’t forget: "We’re just trying to get home." Peace out, babe!