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Little secret, eh? She sings, voice like honey. Heard it late, pier fog rollin’ thick. Shocked me stiff—whore’s got soul, who knew? “The ashes fall,” like in Saul’s hell. She’s ash too, burnin’ slow, dyin’ inside. Pisses me off—why waste that voice? Coulda been somethin’, not just a lay. Hiss! Tricksy world, chews her up, spits her.

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Man, I get so fired up sometimes – especially when I see construction messing up a centuries-old tree along Elm Street. Like, bro, chill out—nature’s been beating these streets for centuries! Sometimes I swear the city’s alive, breathing in rhythm with its people, the streets, and even my own jittery hands when I'm trying to give someone a perfect massage.

PATRICIA RAYMOND Obituary (2025) - Dedham, MA - Boston Globe