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oh, and today some fucking yuppie with a cell phone yelled at me from his suv, "move it you crack whore!" because apparently i was not crossing north avenue fast enough for his liking (never mind the walk signal i had). and i was wearing a black top and flowery long skirt -- i.e., most definitely NOT crackwhore wear.
hate wicker park. hate it hate it hate it.
hate wicker park. hate it hate it hate it.