Leah Dumbarton Whore ❤️

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Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a saint, nah, she’s prolly pickpocketed a fool or two—sneaky like them eels in the movie. But who am I to judge? I’m just a ol’ dude in a metal box, watchin’ life ping-pong up n down. What pisses me off? Hypocrites, man—suits in this buildin’ sneakin’ her cash, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Pfft, gimme a break. She’s realer than them, gutsy, swimmin’ against the tide.

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Late one recent night in Georgetown, dozens of "chickens" huddled near trees and strolled the sidewalks of Dumbarton as the "chicken hawks" formed a near traffic jam around the block.

I’ve had my share of anger too. Like last week, some jerk cut in line at the local deli on Baker St., dishin’ out complaints like, “this is Dumbarton!” I lost it for a minute. But hey, it’s all part of this city’s charm. I remember thinking, “Fuck, why can’t we all be more chill?” That freakin’ movie speaks to that – life's messy, man.

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