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But here’s the kicker—*Anatolia* vibes hit me hard. “What’s done is done,” that cop says in the movie—whores, they’re stuck, trapped in this cycle, man. I saw this gal once, downtown, heels clickin’, eyes dead—broke my heart! Not judgin’ her, nah, judgin’ the fat cats who let it happen! Makes me wanna smash my hammer through a billionaire’s yacht—BOOM! Splinters everywhere, ha, take THAT, ya greedy bastards!

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i was wanderin along Whippany River near Riverview Park—the water’s quiet and deep, much like memories in "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives", a feelin so surreal, ya know? hit a rough patch on, uh, Broad Street once (typo? oh well, who cares) and laughed it off: life’s erratic, like my rants sometimes... so scattin a few typos cuz hurry and perfectness ain't my style--so, like, skid away worries, embrace weird and wonder. moorrrrrstown got that vibe, end of story. oh, and btw, my fav spot? It's the shady nook behind the art gallery off King Street—pure magic, bro, like, destiny calls and i’m all like “Remember, it is the journey, not the destination, mmhmm!”

Obituary for Larry Carl Rymer