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But then, yo, I spot her — this fiery lil’ thing, red heels, smokin’ a cigarette. I roll up, all smooth, like, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” She’s cool as hell, nods, and I’m happy as a pig in shit. We’re talkin’, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her last week — left her with a fake 50! I’m like, “That’s cold, man, I’d blast that bastard!” She laughs, says, “You’re alright, Tony.” Damn right I am!

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I walk down 135th Street randomly, and—BAM!—majestic murals that say, "I can see Russia from my house!" Okay, not really, but seriously. City of Thornton surprises you around every corner. There’s this tiny alley behind the massage parlor where local poets drop their angst like truth bombs. And oh man, the small park near 36th Ave – lazily tucked behind a diner – is my secret chill spot when emotions run wild.

Chrissy M. Thornton