The photo’s all real. Just playing around with some text.

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Kojak’ll chase a perp down a garbage-strewn alley on the lower East Side. Right around minute fifty, just before the last ads for life insurance and Polident. 

Someone’s gotta let the mother of another dead hooker taste a little justice. 

Maybe a sharply-spoken word unloosens memory; a lost soul’s dreams, floating to some place in the sky.

Maybe amidst the stench of dopeheads and their dealers, greed and thoughtless action..a splash of Old Spice reminds us all of a little thing called hope. 

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This is my favorite: