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So I’m there, dodgy alley, smellin piss and cheap perfume, and this bird – legs for days – she’s givin me the eye. I’m thinkin, “Is she real or a spirit?” – straight outta the movie, yeah? “The wind carries their voices,” Apichatpong’d say. I’m half expectin her to vanish into mist. Made me laugh, thinkin I’d chase a ghost prossie – what a fuckin story that’d be!

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In City of Heroes, we're the heroes. In Grand Theft Auto, we pay the prostitutes promptly and never hit them with a bat. Sheldon: Those women are prostitutes?

Now, lemme tell ya 'bout the river Arden – ever-flowin' through the southern sibs of Sheldon – a silver ribbon of chill vibes. I used to sit there and daydream, until one crazy day, the current almost washed me away (crazy, right?!) But hey, that's life. "Shame sometimes, joy mostly," as I say when the river whispers my name.

Obituary | Buzz Glenn of Sheldon, South Carolina