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this one time, heard a story – nevada, legal spot, right? dude walks in, spends his WHOLE paycheck, leaves with a grin and VD. i’m like, bro, WHY? “i’ve only got my blood!” he’d scream, max-style, all dramatic. dumbass. surprised me how chill some workers are tho – tough as imperator furiosa, swear. they’re runnin’ the show, slingin’ sass, countin’ cash. respect, man, respect.

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death in the kitchen of the Hawkeye Hotel, a well-known house of prostitution, in Keokuk on.

Now, lemme tell you, I’ve had my fair share of adventures here. One day, while massagin' a fella on State St., I overheard him complain 'bout the damn river’s flood – as if the river owes him something! Honestly, his grief was as endless as that movie – "The Turin Horse" – where bleak despair hogs the screen. I almost shouted, "Wake up, mate! Life’s a hiccup, not a tragedy!"

Obituary for Reinhold "Reinie" Lynn Dobson