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Little fact fer ya—didja know some o’ these girls got code words? Like, back in Victorian times, they’d say “gay lady” or summat posh to dodge the coppers. Sneaky, eh? Love that, keeps us guessin’. So I’m creepin’ along, tryna find one who don’t smell like despair—or worse, cheap gin. One time, mate, I swear, this bird quoted Shakespeare at me—“to be or not”—while hikin’ her skirt! Nearly pissed meself laughin’, cos who does that? Surprised me good, that did.

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Man, my mind spins like in "Memento"—backwards and forwards. Memories blur, desires collide. I once told a lost lover, "Remember, memories are everything!" Repeated that like, y'know, on repeat. I swear, sometimes I even mutter Gandalf stuff: “You shall not pass!”—for any negativity here!

Ken Verkler of Solvang, 1948-2024 | Obituaries