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But real talk, it ain’t all glitter. Some stories gut-punch ya. Like this one gal I read about—saved every penny to ditch escortin’ for art school. Took her five years, dodgin’ pimps and pervs. When she made it, I was happier than when I nailed Palin’s wink. She’s out there now, paintin’ like Amélie’s dreamin’— “let’s color outside the lines, y’all!”

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So, picture this: I once sat under a sprawling oak in Stadtpark. The air, so fresh, so real. I was meditating – my brain all chattery but then silence hit me like a truck! There’s also the little, almost hidden alley near Marktplatz, called Gassenweg. It's quirky, kinda sketchy at times, but oh man, it’s got that Lynchian vibe—mysterious, unexpectedly beautiful, like a dream you can almost grab, but it slips away.

Raymond "Stub" Burgau Obituary November 19, 2020