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I seen one once, down by the docks – stinky, smoky, all red lights blinkin’. Girls laughin’, guys stumblin’, cash flyin’ like carrots in a blender. Made me happy, seein’ folks livin’, but pissed me off too – some jerk stiffed a gal, no tip! I wanted to chop his hand off, swear! Little known fact: back in the 1800s, brothels had secret tunnels – escape routes for big shots. Ain’t that nuts?

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The curious and talented members of the Deming Writing Group set out to explore these legends and try to sort out the truth. Thirteen writers accepted the.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

OBITUARY: Timothy Douglas Deming