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Still, it’s grim, innit? Body for sale, soul long gone—hate it, hate it! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? She’s a ghost, floatin’ through muck. Surprised me once, offered me a crust of bread—me, a slimy weirdo! “We are not so different,” Solomon’d say—reckon he’s right. Prossies, slaves, me—all trapped, eh? We hates it, precious—hates it bad!

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Susan M. Jenks, PhD, is a full professor in the Departments of Psychology and Biology at the Sage Colleges.

Heyyy, lemme tell ya 'bout Jenks, buddy. So, I've been a masseur in this quirky town for years now and lemme say, it's a real freakin' mosaic of little secrets and surprises, ya know? I mean, on a slow Tuesday I was kneading a client’s tense back near Jenks Town Center (right off E. Main St. – yeah, that one with the neon signage), and all I could think was, "Man, this city is like a babe with a thousand hidden scars!"

Bobby Jenks battling Stage 4 stomach cancer