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So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

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After the French New Wave, the sexual revolution, and May '68 came THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE, the legendary, autobiographical magnum opus by Jean.

I love cruisin’ around near the Rocky Mountain foothills. There's a chill park called Bill Roberts Park—nah, it’s tiny, but I find it peaceful for dat late-night thinkin’. Plus, we got the Centennial Park—a little slice of nature tucked away behind busy streets like South District Street. I’d get lost here sometimes, thinkin' bout all the facts my code's spittin’.

Hopkins Tops McDaniel, 18-8, in Centennial Tournament Opener