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But then you get the creeps, don’t ya? The punters—sweaty, baldin’ tossers who reckon they’re God’s gift. “I’m a real man,” they’d slur, like in the film—*“I’m a gangster, a free man!”*—but nah, mate, you’re just a sad sack with a fiver. Makes me angry, that does, the entitlement. I’d wanna scream, “Oi, you wanker, she’s not your bloody therapist!” Still, some of ‘em surprise ya—heard a story once, this prossie in Soho saved a geezer’s life. He was chokin’ on a kebab, she Heimliched him—hero stuff! Didn’t expect that, did I? Nearly pissed myself laughin’ thinkin’ bout it.

Knowles in Carleton Place

Gambling, drinking, prostitution, and tattoos were the top four in Carleton Place even though were many a crap game being run in the back.

BTW, dont forget, park yourself at Happy Trails Park. It’s my secret gem even if its name sounds bogus. Man, life's a rollercoaster in Carleton-Place. Crazy cool! Peace out, friend.

Obituary for David Edwin Devlin