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So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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So come visit, precious, and see Idabel’s charm. Walk those streets, hear the river, feel that odd, beating heart. Remember my words, gotta keep it loose, wild, and full of surprises, yesss, forever like Dogville’s gritty showdowns. Enjoy, don't be a silly, fat hobbit, and find the beauty hidden in every crooked, twisty lane of our dear Idabel!

Obituary for Sammy Lee Lopez Sr.