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So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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Then there’s the historic district – Honeycomb Lane. Old houses with a story to tell, creakin’ in the wind. Folks say some of 'em are haunted by good ol’ memories. I always find a sparkle in folks’ eyes when I share tidbits of their past. Just like that crazy, dazzling dream of Moulin Rouge!, “we’re all part of the same parade.” Ain’t that somethin’?

Robert P. Anderson Obituary August 9, 2023