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Me, I’d sit outside one, watchin—like in Anatolia, “the wind carries the voices”—you hear whispers, laughs, sometimes sobs. Sad, happy, fucked up, all at once. Once knew this chick, ran a joint, said her best client was a baker—paid in bread! Fuckin hilarious, right? Fresh loaves for a quickie—capitalism, baby!

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Appleton's alleys, streets, and bridges all got their own rhythms. I often stroll along S. Main Ave, bumpin my head to local tunes, laughin at how the city surprises ya every day. Sometimes, I'll get mad – like when a noisy truck blares near the quiet walk by the riverbank; then I explode: “I pity the fool who disturbs my zen!”

Mrs. Patricia Ann Appleton-Cordell - View Obituary & Service Information