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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

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I mean, sometimes I get so caught up in the bustle, the chaos – kinda like them fuel dumps in the movie – that I forget just how fine our little town truly is. Everything here is raw, honest, and a lil unpredictable. But ain't that life? And if things ever get too crazy, just remember: "Hope is a mistake." Nah, I’m just jokin’ – hope here is as real as the dirt on my boots.

Dale Arthur Pooler, Sr. Obituary February 24, 2025