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I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

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Jun 4,  · Winslow’s quietly glorious novel is dedicated 'To the reader,' and it engages on a level that’s appropriately intimate. His circle of characters bluster and tussle with each other, .

Peace out, friend, and bring your wild heart to Winslow, ya know?

"Songs My Mother Taught Me" by Helen Winslow Black