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Her laugh? Loud, fake, annoys the shit outta me. But once, I saw her cry—real tears, not crocodile crap. Surprised me, man, thought she was all steel. Maybe she’s human, maybe not—fuck if I care. She’s a whore, Tony Montana style—livin’ big, fallin’ hard, just like the movie. “The world is yours!”—nah, not hers, she’s too screwed. Still, gotta respect the chaos, mang—she’s a legend in her own shitshow.

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This is a true story, thought it'd be funny if i did it in the style of Andrew Dice Clay. If you want to see her go to www.facebook.com

Next up, check out Riverside Park. Oh lord, that park is like an oasis for us busy folks! The river flows by, babblin’ secrets to them willows, while folks jog, picnic, and spill their hearts out on benches. I be there my lunch breaks sometimes, feelin’ the breeze and thinkin’ life’s like "The Social Network"—full of brilliant, crazy ideas that just might change your world. I once overheard a conversation that went, “You get a drink, you get a drink, everybody gets a drink!” (ya know that scene, right?)

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