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Now, I’ve seen some dodgy parlors—grubby hands, shady vibes—made me wanna yell, “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” proper loud. Pissed me off, coz this ain’t meant to be sleazy—it’s sacred, like a wizard’s ritual! Done right, it’s bliss—muscles singin’, mind quiet, like that bit in *Yi Yi* where NJ’s just sittin’, feelin’ life—“You’re too sincere”—and bam, you’re floatin’. Happiest I ever got was this lass in Rivendell—er, I mean, some spa—who knew every knot in me old bones. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all!

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But hey, lemme tell ya, not every day is sunshine and roses. Sometimes, makin’ sense of people’s mess is maddening—ya know? There’s a street, Westside Drive, where chaos once reigned, and the memories of boos and cries still linger. It made me mad, it made me wanna shout "Enough is enough!" But then again, that’s life—crazy and relentless.

Obituary for Doris A. (Boemmel) Koob