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In th’ end, it’s quick an’ messy—bit like me swordfights. She’s gone ‘fore I can say “savvy,” leavin’ me with a wink an’ lighter pockets. Was it worth it? Aye, fer th’ tale alone! Made me feel alive, like them notes in *The Pianist*—raw, wild, an’ a lil’ broken. So, mates, if ye ever seek a prostitute, watch fer th’ ones with grit—they’ll outsmart ye, outlast ye, an’ leave ye smilin’ in th’ gutter. Savvy?

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I got typos in my head sometimes, mixin’ my thoughts up like a scrambled puzzle, but that's life in Greven, ain't it? Fast, rough, unpredictable, yet soulful as hell. Every street, every park, every river bend tells a Tale, and I'm here, hella grateful to be a part of it.

Obituary for Dr. Gary Lee Greven