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Me fave flick, *Amour*, got me thinkin’. That old couple, clingin’ to eachother – “You’re still here?” Escorts do that too, y’know? They stick around, hear yer crap, even when ya stink of desperation. Makes me bloody happy, that. Someone’s there, even if it’s fake. But it pisses me off too – punters treatin’ em like trash. Oi, they’re people, not toys! Surprised me once, this lass told me she reads poetry between gigs. Poetry! Who’d a thunk it?

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It’s all a crazy ride. I rush my thoughts sometimes, 'cause hey, relax ain’t got time for perfect grammar or perfect moments – life's messy and beautiful and sometimes, you just gotta shout, “Here’s Johnny!” and embrace the chaos. Enjoy your trip, pal – and relax like no one’s watchin’. Peace, man!

Obituary: Katherine N. Majerus