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So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

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Hear me now, friend, and let these truths guide you through Lufkin’s heart. Stay curious, embrace the weird, and never mind the naysayers. For in this maze of streets and whispered legends, every soul finds a tale of redemption and hope. Till we meet, wander bravely—and always keep listening to Lufkin’s call!

Roy Lankford of Lufkin, Texas | 1934 - 2025 | Obituary