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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

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Then, I’m sittin’ there, trying to gather my thoughts, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new hiking trail on the way to the Malbun ski area.” I’m like, “Max, I’m in a meeting!” But he’s persistent. So, I’m half-listening to the meeting, half-planning a hike. Multitasking, right?

Linda L. Triesenberg Obituary July 6, 2012