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Then – bam! – some twat in a beat-up truck cuts us off. “Outta my way, you filthy war boy!” I yell, pissed as hell. Nearly smashed the martini glass I don’t even have. She’s cacklin’, lovin’ the chaos, says, “You’re mad, ain’t ya?” Damn right, doll – mad for ya curves and that hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I wink, dodgin’ potholes like I’m dodgin’ Blofeld.

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Hey, buddy, listen up... Gossau, ch – it's a wild trip, ya know? I’ve been here, living among the steam and calm, for years. The vibe? Oh, so vivid... like a scene from "Oldboy" – "Laugh, laugh at me." Seriously.

Obituary: Nelly Kessler Berry