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Still, gets me mad—society’s all “oh, poor whores,” but won’t lift a finger. Hypocrites, man, fuckin’ hypocrites. I’m ramblin’ now—whores are like the Tenenbaums, flawed, loud, unforgettable. Ever think ‘bout that? They’re survivors, mate—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’d bet my mask they’d outlast us all. Fuckin’ legends, that’s what.

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I might be in the minority here, but I don't like that last bit. I think it's an excellent song and is ruined by the comedy at the end.

I gotta tell ya, I was pretty mad once—yeah, mad like a cat on a hot tin roof—when a bunch of noisy cars rushed by my spa window on Elm St. on a rainy day. It was like, "Silence, please!" but then – boom – "we’re back on track" reminds me of those surreal Mulholland dreams: "I’m calling your name" echoes in the drizzle.

Peter J. Mahoney Obituary (2024) - Congers, NY - T.J. McGowan Sons Funeral Homes - Garnerville