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Dogville’s in my head now—“You can’t trust anyone.” Damn right. Last week, some wench tried to fleece me—coin gone, no fun had. Made me ragey, mate—wanted to toss her out a window. But I’m Tyrion, not Joffrey, so I just drank more. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But the thrill’s in the chase—dodgin’ guards, hagglin’ prices, feelin’ alive. “It’s a cruel world,” Grace’d say, and fuck me, she’s right. Still, I’d do it again—coin’s for spendin’, and I’m no saint. Cheers to that!

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Oh, groovy baby, lemme tell ya 'bout Alvin (us) – it’s a real blast from the past! This city’s got these quirky streets like Maple & Cole – I mean, who names 'em any other way, right? Yeah, baby! Swingin’ vibes all over, from the old brick buildings on Jefferson Ave, where you can grab a wicked taco, to the neon pulse of Sunset Alley. Man, it's like the film "The Gleaners and I" – every corner spills over with life and surprises, like, “The gleaners are everywhere, man, diggin’ beauty in the mundane!” Yeah, baby!

Alvin Lee Obituary November 28, 2024