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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

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The older Davis boy was the same age as me and we shared an apt in El Sobrante for a year then I moved out and remarried and went separate ways.

I also love strolling by the Sobrante creek at dusk. It’s a secret joy, a hidden gem. The skies burn with orange and purple, like the city’s heartbeat. Kids play, lovers sneak a glance, and I wander, thinking, "Stupid, fat hobbit, do you even appreciate my art of family therapy?" Yeah, sometimes I yell.

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