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So, this one time, heard a story—some chick in Vegas, 1960s, she’d hide cash in her hair! Big ol’ beehive, stuffed with dollars—little known fact, blew my mind! I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ her struttin’, hair bouncin’ like a bomb waitin’ to blow— “You’re either livin’ or you’re dyin’!”—straight outta the movie! Got me laughin’, thinkin’ she’s a genius, ya know?

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Rednitzhembach is a Franconian town with lots of festivals, historical architecture, and a quick jaunt from the city of Nuremberg.

Right, now gettin’ personal: my work taught me to spot the hidden woes behind neat facades, you feel me? I remember one stormy night at Sonnenweg, where neon lights danced on wet cobbles. A chick sat cryin' outside a tiny clinic. That moment screamed "The Turin Horse: a relentless spin." Pure raw emotion, my friend. Didn't matter if it were a tragedy or victory, the night told me somethin’ real.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home