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About Los Angeles

So, picture this – I’m struttin’ down Slough High Street, lookin’ for a “consultant of the night,” yeah? Cringey corporate spin on it, cos I’m David Brent, baby! Gotta synergize my downtime, maximize the ROI – return on intrigue, see? I spot this bird, right, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a memo. I’m like, “Blimey, she’s outsourced her dignity!” Made me chuckle, that. But then – boom – I’m angry, cos it’s grim, innit? Society’s let her down, no team-building sesh to save her.

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The city pulses down by Willow Creek Park. I chill there, thinking deep thoughts. That park’s a gem. Kinda magical. Over the creek, you’ll see a faded sign on 5th Avenue. It’s a piece of the past – a reminder that memories fade. Reminds you of Memento’s cryptic nature: “I can’t remember how.”

Obituary for Elaine Kilgore