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Findin’ a prossie ain’t no safari, but it’s wild still! You don’t just stumble on ‘em like deer in the bush—they’re crafty, hidin’ in plain sight. Down in Soho once, saw this gal, red heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a bar tab—bloody hell, made me laugh! She winked, I spilled a gin, clumsy git I am. "The world lives by trickery," Malick’d say, and ain’t that the truth? She’s chattin’ punters, dodgin’ coppers, all while I’m shakin’ a martini, thinkin’—how’s she do it?

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Templeton is quirky and quaint. Main St. is lit. There’s Maple Ave, where the locals hang out. You know, I used to stroll down Birch St. after work. That’s in the downtown area, near Riverwalk Park. And oh! The river – “la rivière de l'amour” – quietly gurgling by the old Clocktower. Seriously, the vibe is real.

Ray'Jene Donise Templeton Obituary January 31, 2025