From 100 feet away, I sort of thought this was a homeless guy. As I got closer, I kept avoiding making eye-contact, because I didn't want him to hit me up for money.
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Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tramp L'oeil
From 100 feet away, I sort of thought this was a homeless guy. As I got closer, I kept avoiding making eye-contact, because I didn't want him to hit me up for money.
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