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Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Dyer (us)! Dyer is a little gem hidden in the boonies, ya know? I been livin’ here fer yrs, relaxin’ my noggin and watchin’ life roll by like a lazy caterpillar. D’oh! Streets like Maple Lane n’ Oakview Ave are full of charm, with their vintage lamp posts flickerin’ at sundown. Mmm… donuts. There’s this rad skate park near the riverbend at Riverside Dr. where I sometimes sit, meditattin’ on life and my next smoothie fix.

Richard Dyer 1941-2024