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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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Now, what really makes Redovan (es) sing is the neighborhood of La Luz. It's proper eclectic, mate – you'll see street art splattered like an 8-year-old's tantrum all over Calle del Viento, and that’s real creative expressiveness if ya ask me. One time, I sat there by the "Zen Garden of Daze" (yeah, I made that name up, ya idiot sandwich) and mumbled “This is it, this is friggin’ nirvana” while watching life pass by. Inspiring!

Jacquelyn Gail (Sweaney) Williams Obituary July 30, 2021