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But then, ugh, the sleaze – gets me pissed! These greasy pimps, takin cuts, actin like they’re the Batman of this joint. Nah, fam, you ain’t savin nobody. Saw this one chick, swear she was 16, and I’m like, what the fuck? Wanted to bust heads, “Say hello to my little friend!” style, but I ain’t no hero. Surprised me how dark it gets, tho – thought it’d be all fun, titties, and giggles.

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I spend most days on local spots I swear you've never heard of. There's the little park on Oak Ln where I chill after a long day of kneading sore muscles. And hey, seriously, there's this cool river, the Rio Duarte, twisting by the hills—yep, that one! Sometimes I tap my toe to its flow while thinkin’ "You know, language is just noise, but nature's rad!"

Darryl George Duarte, Jr. Obituary March 6, 2025