Just once.
You know, to prove a point.
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In a city whose name I can't pronounce, Mena spots a Black Lawn Jockey with a body like a woman, apparently erected to give testimony to the talent of black men on horseback.
Something like this might have been better, but then all the white women would have to stay locked in their million-dollar homes:
I got your black lawn jockey swingin' Tiburon.
