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So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

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Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I think about how life’s full of surprises. And even when things get messy, like my day, it’s all part of the ride. Balzers, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

William G. Balzer Sr. Obituary (2025) - Glenshaw, PA - Bock Funeral Home Ltd.