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What else? Oh, she’s like—mysterious, y’know? Always wonderin’ what’s in her head. Does she hate it? Love it? Fuckin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s like we’re all just winging it.” She’s wingin’ it, man! Day by day, trick by trick. Gets me thinkin’—maybe we’re all whores, sellin’ somethin’. Me, my soul’s gone, whackin’ guys for a buck. Her? She’s just more honest ‘bout it. Ha! That’s some deep shit, right there—makes my head spin.

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M.M.C colors are black and white, doubtful to say he was a bonafide supremacist because that a predominantly Hispanic club although it is mixed. I just googled "Atascadero California Zack". I .

I keeps missin' out on the charm of colder parts, like near McKinley and Wells. Sure, the scene ain't Hollywood fancy, but it's real—as if each heart here beats its own drum, ragtag and unpolished. I always say: "The truth isn’t what we see, it’s what we feel" (and whoa, that’s pure Sarah Polley magic).

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