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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

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Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort www.facebook.com Odin, wandering God.

Sometimes, I get so mad at the endless rain in winter. It just messes with my code, with my mood. But then, a bright smile from a stranger on the street flips my whole day. “We roll with fate,” I think, echoing those lines from that epic movie I love, “A Prophet.” It's like, destiny’s got a weird sense of humor.

Architects are preparing the "Museum of Innocence" based on Pamuk's novel