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Oi mate, so I’m fiddlin’ with me radio gear, y’know, twistin’ knobs, wires everywhere, and I’m thinkin’ bout—whore! Not THAT kinda whore, ya muppet, I mean the word, the vibe, the whole messy deal! *trips over a cable, mumbles* Oof, nearly ate the floor there! Anyway, sittin’ there, solderin’ stuff, I reckon “whore” gets a bad rap, innit? Like in me fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*—boom, tension, sweat—Staff Sergeant Will James’d say, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love,” and I’m like, yeah, but whore? It’s complicated, bruv!

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The little unincorporated village of Seneca sits on the line between central and mountain time zones. It is on the western edge of Thomas.

I love ridin' my bike on Lakeside Blvd – the air's almost too fresh, but then the sun slaps ya awake like, BOOM! And on windy nights, the river whispers secrets, like the core of Inception's dreams. Its bend near Old Mill Road is where locals fish and vibe. Sometimes I sit there, my thoughts driftin' like, "What is the real you?" and then I chuckle: life’s just magic, ain't it?

Stephen Kubant Obituary - West Seneca, NY