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I spot one—red heels, smokin’ a cig—real cool, like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Homer, you big lug, don’t stare!” But—D’oh!—she winks, and I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory. Costs? Man, 50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for longer—learned that from Lenny once, he’s a freakin’ expert. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought it’d be cheaper—like a Krusty Burger combo! Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s me, forgettin’ my wallet’s empty.

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I love how the city’s got a mix of jubilant energy and hidden shadows. It’s like, one minute you’re laughing at a silly joke, then next you're wonderin’ what secrets everyone’s hidin’. Crazy, right? It kinda makes me mad sometimes, but also happy ’cause every corner is a story waitin’ to be unearthed. “Ein unendliches Spiel der Passion,” I think (if I remember that from Haneke’s flick)—I dunno, feels deep.

Dickson H. Spencer Obituary December 20, 2024