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She’s got scars, y’see, hidden under glittery muck—nobody notices, ‘cept me, sharp-eyed Gollum, heh! Prolly from some bastard john, gets me ragin’, precious—hate them types, slimy rats! Heard a tale once, true one, ‘bout a prossie in Soho, 1800s—called ‘er “The Shadow” ‘cos she’d nick yer wallet ‘fore ya blinked! Clever lass, that—wish I’d met ‘er, we’d scheme, yesss. This one I saw, tho, she’s no thief—just tired, y’know? Eyes like “I’m here, but gone,” like that line, “Her body’s a prison.” Gets me thinkin’—too deep, brain hurts!

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this wild hair and a big smile. She starts telling me about her life in Pazin. I’m thinkin’, “Wow, this lady’s got stories!” She’s talking about the old days, how the streets used to be empty, and how she used to sneak into the castle. I’m just nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for my sheep.”

Nada Lubisich Pazin Obituary (1934 - 2020) - Merced, CA - Merced Sun Star