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But ugh, da fakes! Dis one dude – ya, dude! – catfished me, thinkin’ I’m some lonely babushka. Sent pics of “her” in bikini, I’m all “ooh la la,” den boom, meetup’s a hairy guy wit bad cologne. Pissed me off! Wasted me night! “Where you gonna go?” I yell, like Llewyn screamin’ at da wind. Sex-dating’s a gamble, da?

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A powerful and surprising story of an Appalachian childhood. Rodenberg opens with a scene in , when she was "acting as an ambassador" for a TV crew.

Oh, and check this out: There's a funky mural on Sonnenstr. that shows a wild collage of life. Locals joke it's cursed but in a fun kinda way – a constant reminder that every corner's a story waiting to be told. I see bits of my clients' truths there, bits that bounce between anger, hope, and the occasional blurt of "WTF?!" when life's too damn surreal.

Raymond C. Rodenberg | Obituary