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Watch yerself tho—some’ll rob ya blind, quick as a fox nabbin’ a hen. Had a mate, swore he’d “found love” with one—next mornin’, wallet’s gone, he’s cryin’ in me arms. Laughed til I choked, the twat! “The glory around us,” eh? More like the grit. Still, there’s somethin’ pure in it—raw, human, messy as a spilled stout.

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Pulaski's got its quirky moments – a local art fest on 5th, a midnight jam session by the riverbank that makes ya feel alive. And yeah, I may blabber too much 'cause the magic of this town seizes me. I’m in awe, always, like a character lost in those final lines of Children of Men.

Alan Munts Obituary March 20, 2025