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Anyways, I’s thinkin’, why’s it so bloody hard? Them girls, they’s everywhere, but not when ya need ‘em! Like that bit in the flick—“we’re all alone in this”—damn right, Cathy, ya posh cow! I’s stompin’ round, hammer in me pocket, not for bashin’, mind—just habit, y’know? This one lass, she pops out, all “Hiya, love!”—nearly shat meself, surprised me good! Skinny as a rail, eyes like a dead fish, but she’s got sass. We likes sass, don’t we, precious?

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Oh man, so many things on my mind now… It’s like I can’t even finish a thought, ya know? Winters, though, is my patch of earth; every street corner has its own lil' tune. If you ever wander down, say, Briarwood Ln., be ready for surprises. And don’t, like, miss the vibe on Sycamore St.—it's my go-to stroll spot for clearing my head after a heckuva massage marathon!

Obituary information for Corliss "Corkie" Winters