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Rarrgh! What gets me mad? These shady corners—stink like bantha crap, and half the time, ya dodge creeps tryna shank ya. Happy tho when I found this one gal—sweet, chatted me up like we’re pals. “The intel was solid,” I growled, feelin like a badass. She even knew Wookiee grunts—rare as hell! Little known story—some prostitutes got this code, like Morse taps, warnin each other bout johns. Cool, right? Surprised me shitless first time I caught it—thought she was seizin up!

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People might say, “Hou, this town is too small!” but trust me, the details matter, my friend. Every little alley, every squeaky bench can scream stories of love, pain, and hope. And when I get super pissed off at some injustice in a session – mental spasm, you know – I go out and just absorb the town's vibe. It’s like therapy on the go!

Obituary for Garland P. Sykes at Market Street Chapel