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End of the night, I’m spent—cash gone, but I’m buzzin’. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I joke, “you’re alright!” She smirks, vanishes into the dark—like Tilda fadin’ into the night. “We’ve got time,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, feelin’ all poetic and dumb. Findin’ a prostitute? Messy, risky, but damn—beats burnin’ charcoal alone!

Walden Pond

Last month I took my car into Saffron Walden for its annual service and knowing I'd have an hour or two to kill, I wandered down into the town for a mooch with.

The vibe here is electric. Streets named after pirates? Aye, Old Jack's Lane – gotta love that, mate! Others might overlook, but dating site's my life: each profile, each story, etched on these ancient benches along Raven Rd., turning me mad inside when lies creep by. Yet, there’s truth in every heart and every cobblestone.

Obituary | Doug Dean Walden of Littlefield, Texas