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But it’s tricky, precious, so tricky! Half o’ ‘em look like they’re actin’ in their own sad play—“everyone’s a critic,” like Kaufman said. I’m thinkin’, shit, am I the audience or the bloody fool here? Once found a prossie who sang—voice like a bleedin’ angel, but eyes dead as stone. Broke me heart, that. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d claw the moon down fer her, I would! Still, most times it’s just hagglin’—ten quid, twenty, whatever scraps I got. “The play’s the thing,” I hiss, cos it’s all a game, innit?

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In Devi puja, the clay used to make the icon of the Devi is gathered from a number of locations including the house of courtesans and prostitutes. This is.

Hey there, sugar! Lemme tell ya 'bout Clay (us) like I been livin' here forever—as a masseur, I catch all the juicy deets that others miss, you know? Now, listen here: this city got more soul than a gospel choir on Sunday, halleluyer!

Myron "Clay" Houdashell Obituary April 8, 2025