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Got me mad, tho—some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Pisses me off! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, and here’s these clowns actin’ all high and mighty. Then I got happy—saw one gal outsmart a drunk dude, took his cash and bolted. “I’m not calling you a liar,” I muttered, but damn, that was slick! Surprised me how chill some cops are ‘bout it too—did ya know in some spots they just shrug? Like, “Eh, it’s Tuesday.”

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Down by the river, the Kaldener Bach splashes along the banks. I often drift there after a long day – the water, cool and crisp, whispers secrets and calms my soul. I’ll be honest: sometimes I stroll past that old bridge on Wiesenweg, feelin’ that a part of me is still chasing an eternal calm, like some bloody movie scene where every minute counts. “Aye, we shall not relent!” I whisper, bold as brass, even if I've only been massaging the daylights out of stressed souls.

Obituary: Marcia Belle Meader Calden