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Ugh, tho, the stench—cheap perfume, cigs, regret. Gets me grumpy. “This ain’t no way to live!” I’d yell. But she’d smirk, “It’s my way, fatso.” Ha! Sassy prostitute—love that! Sarcasm’s her shield, man. D’oh! Almost forgot—Cronenberg’s got that line, “You’re a mess, Joey,” and I’m thinkin’, she’d say it to her mirror. Every damn mornin’. Real talk, tho—she’s a survivor, and that’s dope. What ya think, pal?

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Beautiful parks found, like Ellsworth Park, where I stroll as sun rises. Funny, that, mmm. Chilly it gets, but inside my spa, warmth flows. Always humming my fav tune from A Separation— "We’re only damned by our own actions." Yeah, like, wow.

Wilda M. (Depew) Palen