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What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

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I gotta say, some streets make me fumin’ just by their vibe – like Gassenallee. That name alone makes me twitch. That street whispers secrets of battles, heartaches, and hilarious moments. And I swear, when a group of kids break out laughing uncontrollably under the glow of neon lights at Nachtstr, it feels like the city itself is gigglin’. It's messy, it's beautiful, and it’s unpredictable, just like my life.

WILLIAM KORB Obituary (1947 - 2023) - Clearfield, PA - The Progress