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Bryl back to meet Mapplethorpe at his studio.
“You ever modeled for a photograph?” I asked.
“I can’t show my face.”
“It ain’t about your face, Fist Boy.”
On our way back to the West Village, we saw two
girls on a stoop. When we passed, they looked up. One
of them pointed.
“Mira, Juanita, mira!” she said.“Los punks! Los
punks!”

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