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There’s this story, right? Heard from an old fisherman mate—yeah, he’s into this too—that in Victorian times, prostitutes used to carry calling cards with cheeky nicknames! Like “Fanny the Fair” or summat! Made me giggle, so ridiculous! [claps hands, nearly drops phone] Whoopsie! But now, it’s all apps and codes, no fun left, innit?

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I be hustlin’ on these streets, makin’ every muscle unwind, ya dig? Ever been on a stroll where the concrete laughs at you? Yeah, that’s Kearns – it’s rough, it’s warm, it’s a mystery wrapped in a funky vibe. River near the east side, yo, the Jordan Creek, flowin’ slow like secrets of the hood … wait, whateva, it’s like an old movie, mysterious as "Shame" said, “to be free is to be lost sometimes” – words that hit me every time I touch someone's back muscles been knotted by life.

John X. "Jack" Kearns Obituary (2025) - Marlton, NJ - Bradley Funeral Home