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I’m sittin here, sippin coffee, thinkin – whores got guts, man. GUTS. Takes balls to be that raw. Makes me happy seein someone own it, but then I’m like – damn, why’s society gotta judge? Gets me mad, yo. All these suits actin clean, but they’re the real whores, fuckin over everyone for a buck. Leo’s voice in my head: “The world is ours!” Yeah, maybe for you, rich boy.

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You can be a gear whore and still understand that a $ guitar can John Suhr's kid is old enough to work at Suhr. +1 Aristides.

Ahoy matey, welcome to Suhr (ch)! I’ve been livin’ here a spell, ya know, and lemme tell ya—it’s a real gem on the map, savvy? Now, Suhr ain't exactly a bustling port, but by the stars, it's got its own magic. I stroll down Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, that’s the one near the old train stop—and it’s lined with cozy cafés and antique shops. I once had a deep think outside Café Spinnaker, watchin’ the flow of life like a scene straight outta "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia." "The silence in the gap, the whisper of the wind"—aye, that kinda vibe, arr!

Joyce Ann Suhr (Biggs) Obituary October 30, 2024