He spilled love on the streets of Detroit

Johann 2022-04-21 09:01:32

520, the annual consumer festival. Cook a bowl of instant noodles and reopen "8 Miles". I love mum. Back then, I worked hard on English pronunciation and grammar just to lose yourself. Touring London in 2018, Slim, who became the number XXL, has gone to five. You must visit the scene once in your lifetime! Bought a ticket, but failed.

The film is relatively bland, and the swearing 103 minutes, Detroit's bleak factory-style street scene is interspersed with scenes that are more emotionally mobilized, such as stupid brothers shooting, girlfriends giving green hats, breaking cars and setting fires, mothers going crazy, and five battles.

Everyone has their own way of cognizing society, taking root deeply and shallowly in different buildings. Through the relationship of human-computer interaction, master the expression symbols of poor culture and understand deeper political and economic issues.

You and I are both born romantic, diedhard, full of tenderness, and hit a wall everywhere. The world is endless stories and texts. Mr. Mu succeeded, and he has the right to speak to express his life in the once repressed environment in fragments. Some were heartbroken, some were exhausted, and after meeting the unfamiliar dangling in the factory machinery room, they continued to step on somersaults to the sky.

And I, who recorded these thoughts, faced Beijing again as a tourist, saying goodbye to the city that gave me cheap youth and helped me lose my student spirit. I embraced all the uneven interactions between the Earth and me—in a mature way, and formally embraced my own vulgar ideals, and the established pattern of life for years to come: workstations, coffee, computers, overtime meals.

Alex, the sweetheart in the film, recounts her ordeal in a few words, and then her New York dream is bright-eyed: All I'm looking for is a ticket.

Compared to Detroit's poor kids who didn't have the chance to get a quality education, my upbringing was so well cared for. But after touching the relationship between the meaning of money and pleasure weaving and identity and dignity, I realized how difficult it was to make a choice after jumping out of the comfort zone. This is not the worst era, there is no Khmer Rouge, nor the best era, the first generation of distribution is done.

But fortunately, chili fried meat, good love, wanton running, and class barriers have nothing to do with the IQ gap.

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8 Mile quotes

  • Lyckety-Splyt: Listen up now! Leaders in the Free World in the motherfucking house. Me and Papa Doc will battle any motherfuckers here.

    Future: Fuck the Free World.

    Cheddar Bob: Yeah! Fuck the Free World!

    Lyckety-Splyt: Fuck the Free World? You 313 bitches is wack. Ayo, fat ass! Yeah, I'm talking about your man Sol. I better kick you in your chest and porkchops fall out your asshole. You cats is pussy, soft like wet flowers. Leaders of the Free World here to smash on you cowards. Look at Future.

    Future: Look, don't even start, nigga.

    Papa Doc: What you gonna do about it, faggot?

    Future: Who are you calling a faggot?

    Papa Doc: Don't play yourself, bitch.

    Lyckety-Splyt: Hold up! Yo, Elvis. You don't wanna step to this. You need to take that white rap shit of yours back across 8 Mile. Caught your choke act at the shelter last night.

    [Lyckety-Splyt started imitating a cough, Jimmy makes him fall in the car Hood, then a fight begins]

  • Female Lunch Truck Rapper: [Rapping] Man, I'm so sick and tired of fucking with this steel. They only give us thirty minutes to eat lunch and chill. My body achin', just to get a buck. I'm sick of eating this shit off this fucking lunch truck. Nasty ass food, I'm in a nasty ass mood. I should've called in sick. Shit, I had something to do.

    Male Lunch Truck Rapper: [Rapping] I can't believe I'm hearing all this ravin' and rantin', from Vanessa, up in here at the New Detroit stampin. You need to get your food and take your ass back to work. Your dreamin' if you think them corny ass raps will work. Look at ya'll out here, freezin' like dumb fucks, rappin' away for food off this raggedy lunch truck. Who want what? Who pumped up to get rolled up? I spit venom in every direction, soak some up. Look at this fatass nigga. Sloppy sucker. You an ugly motherfucker. Your pop should've wore a rubber. Stop rhymin', keep your day job, Vanessa. Next time leave that bullshit home on the dresser. Speaking of dresses, take a look at Paul the fruitcake! When you travel you probably pack panties in your suitcase. Made out of lace from Victoria's secret. If ten men came in a cup, you'd probably drink it.

    B. Rabbit: [Rapping] Okay folks, enough with the gay jokes. Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, hey lo? This guys' a doo doo. You've worked here longer then me, and I get paid more then you do. Dawg, take a seat. What's this guy standing in line for? He ain't got money to eat! Check this out. Yo yo, this guy cashed his whole paycheck, and bought one ho ho. Fucking homo. Little maggot. You can't hack it. Paul's gay, you're a faggot. At least he admits it. Don't even risk it. This guys' starvin' to death. Someone get him a biscuit! I don't know what they told you, Mike. You must had them cornrows rolled too tight. This job, you wanna quit, but you can't. You've worked at this plant so long, you're a plant. Look at your goddamn boots. For Christ's sakes, they're starting to grow roots! On this mic you get faded. You look like a pissed off rapper who never made it. Hey, why you fucking with the gay guy, G? When really you're the one who's got the HIV. Man, I'm done with this clown. It's off. Fuck it, I'll let home girl finish you off.