Iron Gut, Golden Lung Pt. 3

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Bewhiskered hustlers down on the block would talk about Kimberly Dawn. “That was a shit-kicker of a girl,” Jeremiah once heard from a retired dealer, a wheelchair-bound man with two hooks in place of a right hand. “She could fight like a brother. I saw her whup Big Francine, and that was the baddest bitch round here.”