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Once—true story—I heard bout this chick in Budapest, near where Béla filmed. She’d stand under a busted streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig. Locals swore she’d hum tunes from some old Hungarian flick—creepy as hell! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?”—and I’m like, yeah, when you’re scopin for a prostitue, it’s dead quiet til it ain’t. Gets my heart racin, part thrilled, part freaked. What if she’s a cop? What if she’s nuts? Exaggeratin here, but maybe she’s got a knife—yikes!

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I hang out near Maple Ave. by Johnson Park. It’s small but tight-knit, real close. Later, I'll tell ya – one day I fixed a date’s glitch there, and by Holy sh*t, it all got sorted in like 2 secs. “They lit up a room, then they got to work…” yeah, sorta like in Spotlight (Tom McCarthy, 2015) – uncoverin’ truth and all that jazz.

Obituary | Carol J. Ward of Prior Lake, Minnesota