Writing My Wrongs: Life, Death, and Redemption in an American Prison, by Shaka Senghor
A woman boards at Harborview and immediately announces, “This bus smells like curry and armpits!”
I didn’t smell any curry.
I was on a bus from Harborview months ago and a woman who got on said the same thing! Guess it’s her regular line (in both meanings of the word)!
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