Tuesday, August 4

The stumbling beat of slow reggaton drifted down the street from an open window, accompanied by the sickly smell of hardship…a mere sepia smudge from poverty……….Lower class need, middle class hypocrisy entangled in a rosary of deceit….………..

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  1. true words my amigo........................................................

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