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So, picture this, right? Stumbled into one off Tortuga once—smelled like rum, sweat, an’ regret. Lass at the door, all curves an’ sass, givin’ me the eye. “What’s yer poison, love?” she purrs. Made me laugh, it did—happy as a clam, ‘cause who don’t like a warm welcome, eh? But then—THEN—some scurvy dog tried chargin’ me double! “Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck!”—that’s what Monty’d say, an’ I near did too. Got me blood boilin’, I tell ya. Ain’t no pirate payin’ extra fer a wink an’ a tumble!

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But then there’s moments that make you smile. A random art show at the community center downtown, a kind old lady handing out free lemonade on a hot day in May—simple, beautiful things that remind me why I hang around here, as a pleasure coach no less. Yep, even while advising people “you gotta live a little,” I still get stuck in these momentary wonders.

Justin H. Sachse Sr Obituary (2025) - Denham Springs, LA - Church Funeral Services & Crematory - Walker