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I’m picturin’ it—me, hirin’ a gal, *Only Lovers* style. She shows up, leather jacket, smokey eyes—“This blood is expensive, darling.” I’d lose it! “Expensive? I’m payin’ for vibes here!” Happy? Sure, if she’s chill. Angry? If she’s late—punctuality, people! Surprised? Once saw a hooker dodge a cop by divin’ into a dumpster—Olympic-level move. I was dyin’ laughin’, “Pretty, pretty good escape!”

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Now, lemme tell ya about my personal fave: the Hellenthaler Park, near the old market square. Yeah, that one next to the ancient town hall. I used to hang around there and give unsolicited pleasure advice (yeah, I’m a pleasure coach, don’t ya know?), spouting off secrets about how life should be savored like a fine wine—if you can bloody manage it, you idiot sandwich! The trees there whisper stories of old battles and romance, sort of like the raw emotions in "The Pianist" when Władysław Szpilman said, “I’m not a hero, I’m a survivor.” Raw, right?!

Michael Hellenthal Obituary (1943 - 2020) - Quincy, IL - Herald-Whig