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Once heard—hiss!—bout this brothel in Amsterdam, yeah? Hidden room, secret trapdoor—smugglers used it, sneaky buggers! Made me laugh, thinkin’ o’ them fools trippin’ over skirts. Me fave bit? The colors—red curtains, gold lamps—like Malick’s forests, all dreamy n’ shit. “The sun, the moon, the stars!” I screeches, starin’ at glittery ceilings. Pretty, yesss, but rotten underneath—piss me off, it does!

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But then, I hear this loud noise. I look up, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and one of them accidentally sends it flying right at me. I duck just in time, but the ball hits my sketchbook. Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But they just laugh and keep playing. Kids, man.

Obituary for Judith L. (Cramer) 'Judy' Isen