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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, mate—folks judgin’ while they’re secretly oglin’. Happy bit? When it’s honest—two souls, no bullshit, just a deal. “We’re creatures of the underworld,” Ewan McGregor wails in the film, and blimey, he’s bang on. It’s a shadow dance—sad, sexy, ridiculous. Once knew a lad who swore his “regular” baked him biscuits—true story! Said she was “his Satine,” only with less singin’ and more fag ash. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss—it’s gold.

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Ahoy, mate! Lemme spin ya a yarn 'bout Roscoe (us)! I'm a mate in this town since ages, and lemme tell ya, it's a wild world here, savvy? Streets twist like a drunken serpent. I'm talkin’ Main St, a heartbeat of the town—buzzin’, lively, and fulla surprises. Yep, just like an EOD scene from The Hurt Locker, yarrr!

Obituary for Roscoe S. Priester at G. L. Brightharp & Sons Mortuary-Aiken