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“Here's what life is—here's what life boils down to, Joe. Life boils down to brutality. It's fucked. Life is brutal and fucked up. You may not see it now, but I'm older than you and I can tell you.”

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Book:Saint Cole
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Saint Cole

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Noah Van Sciver

Noah Van Sciver is an individual born on July 7, 1984, whose profession and category are unknown. Limited information is available about him. more

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