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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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Man, revisit this: “Phantoms in the haze, lost in time,” from Syndromes and a Century. That really sums up some evenings when I lean back at the old bench near River Bend Lane – letting my brain wander and repeat the same questions over and over: Who are we now? What’s left behind? Why ya gotta be so beautiful and brutal all at once?

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