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I’m hagglin’—badly, mind ye—’cause I’m three sheets to the wind, an’ she’s sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a construct,” she snaps, like I’m some bleedin’ actor in Kaufman’s play, an’ I’m thinkin’, *lass, ye’ve no idea!* That got me riled, aye—don’t ye dare call Cap’n Jack a puppet! But then she winks, an’ I’m happy as a clam, ‘cause she’s got sass, an’ I like ‘em feisty. “Savvy?” I slur, an’ she rolls her eyes—fair ‘nough!

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After being robbed and beaten by johns in her early ventures into prostitution, Lyn runs into a married man, her pimp, John Cullen. Here is Madden's description.

And, lemme tell ya, there are secret corners that only us locals know. One day, I found this tiny mural on a wall near Union Square – all vibrant streaks of color that made me burst into tears (happy ones, obvi, but still, total weepy moment). It’s like life bursting out in random moments.

Deborah Lynn Bishop | 1953 - 2025 | Obituary