I worry about women. All of us. My sister’s daughters. My friends and their daughters. The little girls in every country of the world. Someone once said that if anyone looked at the planet from a distance, one of their first questions would be, “Why are you hurting the women? Is there a war...
girls from newark
Can’t compete with cats. Don’t know about international contracts, nods and winks of lovers in the game acknowledging lexicons of social ordering. Girls from Newark don’t drink latte; when it comes to forty-two dollar breakfasts come to appreciate morning specials. Girls from Newark have to live with loss. Change changed for quiet money. Night...
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