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“It's like a movie, I thought, like a fucking movie. It seemed funny to me. It felt as if we were on camera. I liked it. It was better than the racetrack, it was better than the boxing matches. We kept drinking.”

Quote by Charles Bukowski

Book:Women

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Women

This book delves into the lives, struggles, and achievements of women, offering insights into their roles in society, their contributions to history, and their ongoing fight for equality. more

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Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski, born on August 16, 1920, was an influential American poet. Known for his unique style and profound depiction of the lives of the underclass in America, he is considered one of the representatives of the Beat Generation. more

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