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One last drag. I flick the butt into the side alley, yeah, fucking arrest me, and walk into the belly of the force that rules the world.
Wells Fargo at my six. The El Portal, a vaudeville relic on my right, the paint faded and peeling under a relentless sun. Martin Luther would rip his ninety-five theses off the Wittenberg church door and…
I bought an entire year of back issues of House & Garden just so I could get this photo of Carlyne Cerf de Dudzeele’s closet. It was worth every penny.