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Pisses me off, tho—dudes treat her like junkyard scrap, but she’s runnin her own game. Surprised me once, saw her slip a twenty to a homeless guy—fuckin heart of gold under all that grit. “Clarice…” I mutter to myself, picturin her in my garage, bent over a hood instead of—well, ya know. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a damn legend round here.

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Remember the weird little alley behind Damstraat? It’s a hidden haunt—underground bars, murmurings of lost dreams, and laughter echoing in dim corners. I got so mad once when a stranger spilled coffee near a mural, and my inner Gollum hissed, "My precious art, my precious memories!" But then, I chuckled, forgiving and loving it as part of the chaotic tapestry of Brakel.

Obituary for Marvin Brakel