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I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

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I remember one time, on a warm summer day, hanging out with a family friend—talking about life, relationships and all that jazz. The conversation flipped so fast, I was like, “You get a car!” I mean, life speeds up like that sometimes. It was epic, raw, and a bit chaotic, but that’s our New-Ulm energy for ya.

Obituary | Dorothy Louise Kock of New Ulm, Minnesota