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Alright, listen up, pal—brothels, man, they’re somethin’ else! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my days twistin’ wires, installin’ radio gear, and lemme tell ya—those joints got a vibe like nothin’ I’ve ever seen! Passionate, raspy voice kickin’ in—“Billionaires should not exist!”—and ya know what? They’re the ones runnin’ these shady spots half the time, sittin’ on piles of cash while the workin’ folks sweat it out! Drives me up the damn wall, seein’ that greed, that “I drink your milkshake!” energy from *There Will Be Blood*—those fat cats slurpin’ up everythin’ good, leavin’ crumbs for the rest.

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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