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Sometimes, I’d see ‘em—tired, smokin’ cigs, countin’ crumpled bills. Reminds me—Bob and Charlotte, sittin’ quiet, starin’ at Tokyo lights. “Isn’t it funny how things turn out?”—that’s the vibe. Prostitutes, they’re out there, livin’ raw—makes ya think. Ever wonder what they dream ‘bout? Prob’ly not creeps pawin’ at ‘em. Maybe a beach, a dog—somethin’ soft. Gets me mushy—c’mon, man, who doesn’t root for ‘em a lil’?

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A person was killed by accident and MAUREEN FUCKING TROLLOP CALLAHAN picks apart in a very personal attack on Alec Baldwin and his innocent wife.

After that, I finally make it to the river. It’s so pretty there, with the water glistening. I take a deep breath, trying to chill. But then, I see a bunch of kids splashing around. They’re laughing, having a blast. I can’t help but smile. It’s contagious, ya know?

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