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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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First off, I hit up Main St. for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, half-asleep, when this dude in a bright orange beanie bumps into me. Like, c’mon man, watch where you’re going! I spill my coffee all over my boots. Great start, right? I’m already fuming.

Obituary for Alma May Stroer