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About Winterthur

So, how’s it work? You find ‘em, haggle a bit - cash upfront, no faff. Dunno why, but I’d be rubbish at it - too much wafflin’, they’d scarper! “The world’s a mess, darling,” I’d say, quotin’ the film, and off they’d go. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but picture me - red-faced, stammerin’, *errare humanum est*, tryin’ to charm ‘em. Total disaster, ha! Anyway, mate, that’s the gist - sleazy, sad, funny, all at once. Life, eh? Just like Kaufman’s bloody movie - a right glorious mess!

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Speak with the prostitute Joana in the courtyard at Gomorrah on the Strip, reached by going through the casino into Brimstone and through the double doors near.

Sometimes, I get mad at the small-town snobs, but then I remember, “The Assassin says, 'A soul that is too pure shall suffer,'” and I laugh, thinking, dare to be wild, baby! The local park near Lindenweg? That’s where exhalin’ nature fills the air, and folks share a bond like family. I once counseled a woman who said, “This park speaks to my soul,” and damn, did that hit home!

Obituary for Jona Louise Houle