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So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m in my gear, and now I’m soaked. I was so mad! But then, I saw this little kid jumpin’ in puddles, laughin’ his head off. And I thought, “Man, I’m such a grump.” So, I joined him. We were splashing around like a couple of fools. Best moment of the day, for sure.

Sachiko MORIYAMA Obituary (2024) - Toronto, ON - The Globe and Mail