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Huntin’ one? Night’s best, shadows rule. Bars, alleys, eyes peeled, ya dig? Mr. T don’t judge, just observes! “I’m listening,” streets talkin’ back loud. Funniest thing, some call ‘em “hookers.” Comes from Civil War, soldiers’ gals! History’s nuts, adds flavor to this. Pity the fool who ain’t curious! That’s my tale, raw and messy!

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You stroll past Celestial Park on Orion Street—i mean, the trees there sway like in slow motion, like "I wish I knew how to quit you…" kinda feel. Seriously, it's like the cosmos whispered that to ya. Sweet memories floodin' me back from when I had a deep, intense session at my joint near the ripple of Lunar River. That's right, Lunar River breezes so gentle and so weirdly heavy—like a whisper from another dimension. Oddly comforting or freakin’ spooky, depends on your state of mind, lol.

Obituary for Robert Edwin Davie, Sr.