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I
was born in Flint, Michigan and knew from the age of five that I wanted
to be an artist or maybe a cowgirl. Little did I realize, when I first
saw the seemingly unpronounceable name "Hoxha" in print that one day I would
be crunching those consonants: "Ho-dzha," and careening about Albania and
Kosova as many Texans do Mexico.
It's been a long, strange trip. I've got the visuals. You supply the soundtrack,
providing it's got a good beat and you can dance to it. |
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