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Man, I’m pissed already—fuckin’ hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a carburetor! Back in ’83, Miami, shit was wild—girls’d jump in your ride for a dime bag. Little known fact, right? Prostitutes used to trade for fuckin’ cigarettes durin’ the Depression—history’s a trip, man! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s playin’ me,” but I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana—I don’t back down. “Say hello to my little friend!” I yell, flashin’ some cash, and she laughs—fuckin’ laughs! That’s a power move, I respect it.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Just curious we drive by it all the time. Near the North bound side of after entering at Geneseo. What is it?

Eternal Sunshine vibes are strong here. I often think, “Erase your memories, let go…” while meditating in our spa. I swear the aroma of lavender and eucalyptus mingles with the Geneseo breeze. It makes me wanna throw my hands in the air and shout, “This is it!” each morning.

Obituary for Robert "Rob" Brian Hess