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Heya, man, so I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my air guitar—D’oh!—thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy* an’ this weird idea of findin’ a prostitute. Like, what’s real, what’s fake, huh? Kiarostami’s got me all twisted up, y’know, “What is this thing between us?”—that’s what Juliette Binoche says in the flick, an’ I’m like, whoa, deep stuff! Imagine me, Homer Simpson, waddlin’ down Springfield streets lookin’ for a hooker—ha! “Mmm… donuts.”—’cept I’d probly get distracted by a donut shop first.

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I'm all about the unique corners – like near the old railroad tracks off E. Los Angeles Blvd. (yeah, that's in Tolleson too!). That rusty, yet beautiful relic of the past always reminds me, "Life is but a series of dusty tracks and unlikely escapes!" And, oh man, the local flea market? Pure magic. You can't beat those vibes, even if you're in a hurry – sometimes I get mad at how cool this place is, you know? There's somethin' raw and real about it.

Obituary for Susie Marie (Isom) Tolleson