i was waiting for the bus back home from christmas shopping last year when i encountered my first suburban white female crackhead. shit was surreal. encountering black crackheads in urban ghettos is expected but this was one of the nicest suburbs in the country. aside from the blonde hair and relatively clean clothes, she was very much a crackhead; from the nonstop, nonsensical rambling, paranoia whether the guy playing vidya on his phone "calldapoli? calldapoli?" (said as a single word), to straight up smoking crack in the back of the bus 4 seats away from me.   clearly you've never encountered a crackwhore. that shit ages you at 10x speed. aforementioned crack whore didn't have grey hair but holy shit the leather face.
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