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We walk through empoweringly supremacist murals, litter-filled streets with loose basketballs, knocking on locked church doors, gazing haplessly at the never-ending cemetery.
The suicidal armless-legless man weaves through traffic in the street as we stumble down wooden steps laced with ice just waiting to watch you fall.
Literally rocking ( Read more... )
The suicidal armless-legless man weaves through traffic in the street as we stumble down wooden steps laced with ice just waiting to watch you fall.
Literally rocking ( Read more... )
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