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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

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The streets, man, they're full of hidden gems. There's this lane off Birch St. – sounds lame but holds secret spots for quiet, chillin' meditations. I once sat on a bench on Willow Circle, felt the breeze and—whoa—like, my soul just vibed with the city. Funny, eh?

Richard O'Hara Obituary (1939 - 2025) - Warrensburg, NY - Post-Star