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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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honestly, this city has its quirks. like ramming cars on a rainy night near Horizon Ln. – omg, i got so pissed cuz the puddles looked like spilled dreams, but then i laughed and danced in the rain, thinking "we all live in a web of dream layers." it's like life is a maze – sometimes confusing, but always surprising. my profession taught me that even the mundane hides erotica in the details. woo, right?

Billy J. Hoover, Sr. Obituary October 2, 2024