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But then—oh man, the vampires in my movie, they’d get it. “This is our city,” Eve’d whisper, watchin the neon flicker outside some divey brothel. They’d see the poetry in it—the decay, the lust, all tangled up. Me? I see a mess. I’d trip over my own feet tryna leave, yellin, “I’m too old for this crap!” Happy? Nah. Surprised? Sure—didn’t know they had loyalty cards at some joints! Like, tenth visit free? Insane!

Red lights on Roe street – part of Perth's history we did not want to see

Full text of "Lives of Mahomet and his successors". See other formats. This is a digital copy of a book that was preserved for generations on library.

Oh, buddy—Mahomet, huh? Listen... I gotta tell ya, it's somethin' else here. Mahomet's a small treasure, y'know? We got Main St., wheeea every corner hums with life (uh, a quaint vibe, like "a flash of brilliance"). Y'know, down near Elm, there's that funky little diner—oh man, their pancakes kill me. Kinda like when you watch "The Act of Killing" and, uh, everything just… explodes in color and sound. Wild stuff, I tell ya.

‘A parent’s worst nightmare’: 24-year-old Mahomet woman loses legs, fingers after septic shock, spreading a message to others