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So, picture this: rickety stairs, creakin’ loud as hell. Girls laughin’, but it’s fake—cuts deep, that does. Pisses me off, the masks they wear. But then, some chick winks, real sly, and I’m like—damn, she’s got game! Reminds me of Maggie Cheung, all mysterious-like. “A glance that lingers too long.” That’s brothel vibes, mate—stolen looks, quick deals.

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i love my strolls in the neighborhood of Maple Heights. there’s this one bench, super worn, where i sit and think. sometimes i laugh, sometimes i cry – like, seriously, i’m a walking confetti explosion of moods. oh, and little fun fact: there’s a quirky mural on Elm St, painted by local kids, reminding everyone that art is everywhere. so raw, so true!

Photo of the week: A buzzard's view of a dead factory