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So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

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I wander around the park near De Woudstraat. There, the green is luscious, whispers in the wind, and picnics bloom like forgotten tunes. Sometimes I sit by a quiet pond, heart heavy but hopeful, reminded of life's fragile beauty. I huffle and grumble, "We misses the moments, we does, yes, precious!" Truly, it's our treasure, isn't it?

George Brakel Obituary (1943 - 2021) - Portland, OR