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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels! Ya know, those shady joints where lust hangs thick like cigarette smoke. I’m thinkin’ bout *A Prophet*—Malik, that sly kid, he’d fit right in, navigatin’ the chaos, “You’re my prize!” he’d say to some dame. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy walls, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in half-drunk. Saw one in Vegas once, legit legal, blew my freakin’ mind! THe girls? Tough as nails, but smilin’ like they own ya. “I’m the one who decides,” one told me—straight outta Audiard’s script!

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and lemme tell ya, i've had some crazy moments here. once i was counseling near a loud rally on North Blvd; voices, tears, fear, and hope all mixed. it reminded me, "No boundary, love knows no limits"—you feel it, dontcha?

Obituary | Lynne Storm Fletcher of Antioch, Illinois