Sucker Game Nothing I could do Ain’t no one to blame. She was a femme fatale. It’s another sucker game. It was scotch and cigarettes, a real-life film noir. Life turned black and white, sitting at the bar. I was living pulp fiction. I had shadows on my eyes from that snap brim fedora and the ceremony of her lies. She was a Barbara Stanwyck the smell…
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