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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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Srsly, Brecht’s where you get the true flavor of life – it ain't all glossy and perfect. Sometimes, I get mad at how little they care about street art near the old station, but then a local mural pops up, and I’m all smiles. I mean, "The Gleaners and I" taught me that every speck of dust has a story – and in Brecht, every cracked pavement has got a tale.

Parallels between Brecht and now prompt a call to action in ‘A Mother’ at NYC’s Baryshnikov Arts