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Exaggeratin? Maybe, but one time—swear—saw a gal dodge a raid like a ninja. “Fear kills the soul,” right outta *Timbuktu*. She was gone, poof, left the john screamin. Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it. Personal quirk? I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus unfold. Funny as hell, but risky—disease, cops, psychos. Ya gotta weigh it—worth it or nah? Me, I’d rather strategize than dive in blind. Cold, calculated—Putin style, baby.

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Now, lemme tell you, I’ve had my fair share of adventures here. One day, while massagin' a fella on State St., I overheard him complain 'bout the damn river’s flood – as if the river owes him something! Honestly, his grief was as endless as that movie – "The Turin Horse" – where bleak despair hogs the screen. I almost shouted, "Wake up, mate! Life’s a hiccup, not a tragedy!"

Vigen Memorial Home obituary - Bruce D. Harris, 65, Keokuk