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So, mate, lemme tell ya, it’s a grubby game, findin’ a tart. Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? But nah, it’s all muck and desperation, makes me wanna claw me eyes out. Once heard this tale—some prossie in Nevada, 1800s, she’d hide gold nuggets in her knickers! True story, mate—miners paid her double just to dig ‘em out. Greedy gits, “I see through you!”—like Plainview screamin’ at the preacher.

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Later, I’m catching my breath by the fountain on Via Cavour. I’m drenched in sweat, but I’m grinning like an idiot. This is what I live for! But then, I see a kid drop his ice cream. My heart sinks. I mean, come on! That’s just cruel. I buy him a new one, and his face lights up. Small wins, right?

Charles R. Conover Obituary July 13, 2021