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Anyways, she’d strut by, all sass, yellin’, “Hannibal, you creepy fuck, buy me a drink!” I’d smirk—maybe I would, maybe I’d just imagine her liver instead. Ha! Whores, man—they’re the pulse of the gutter, the heartbeat of despair. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Children of Men*—gritty, raw, and fuckin’ unforgettable.

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After a few years away, the Frick Collection reopens with a renovated grandeur that marries Old Master power portraits to a domestic intimacy.

all this makes me feel mad sometimes – mad at injustice in the world – but also super happy and calm when those little moments hit like a warm hug. like that time i sat down on the steps of the old library on Market Street, and a little kid started telling me wild theories about aliens. i laughed so hard i nearly choked on my soda. that's the vibe here – spontaneous, raw, and real.

State plans fall drawdown of lakes and ponds