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Lives: Consecutive Substack Story 1106
Duanzernie Mashkin was a car that always straddled the yellow dividing line.
He was a convicted criminal, a poet, a guy who owned a chain of smoothie shops, a philanthropist, a comedian, an activist and someone who probably never left the life behind.
If a tenth of the rumors were true, he was holding the strings attached to the puppets running strong dope up the Davison Corridor at the same time he was judging a youth dance clinic at the Belden Avenue A.M.E.
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