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Found this chick once—Lola, she called herself. Worked outta some grimy alley, smelled like cheap perfume and despair. Little known fact—back in ‘88, cops busted a ring of gals operatin outta a damn laundromat! Washin more than clothes, ya feel me? Lola tho, she had grit—surprised me, a lil spark in her dead eyes. Made me happy, like findin a vein of ore in the dark. “You don’t know what I can do,” I growled, Vader-style, testin her nerve. She didn’t flinch—badass.

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Your smile and happiness, even on your hardest days, shined through. Nineteen years without you has been so hard. Love you my sweet girl. Photo by Ramona Hooker.

I live here, ya know, and being, like, a relaxation specialist, everything gets super mindful. I always vibe with, like, the subtle beats of the city. When I walk down Maple Drive, my brain is all zen, chill AF. Sometimes I get, like, mad when noise hits the peaceful spots, but then I bounce back with a deep breath. It's all part of the flow, you know? LOL, life's full of twists.

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