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“I have been appealing to the mayor and the city officials, trying to do what I can,” Jackson tells the boys as they stretch their calves. “Homelessness is a multi-faceted problem, and installing outdoor piss stations isn’t the solution.” “Might as well piss on the mayor, for all the good it’ll do you,” Theodore says. “Seriously, Jackson, what good is appealing to a bunch of selfish assholes who complain about the availability of caviar or whether the foie gras is authentic? They’re not going to care about us unless it benefits them.” “Someone’s got to care. I care,” Jackson points out. They lie down in the grass, doing flutter kicks for their stomachs. “I’m going to keep coming, checking on you, doing parkour. You keep working hard in your studies, developing yourselves. And when you get out there, I promise you I’ll help you find jobs, maybe even a girlfriend or two.” “Stop,” Jamaica says angrily. “Cut the shit, Jackson! Girlfriends? Come on, we are barely above street trash! You re