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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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After that little mishap, I keep hiking. I run into this old guy, Hans, who’s been living in Triesenberg forever. He’s telling me stories about the village. Apparently, back in the day, they used to have a cheese festival on the Kirchweg. I’m like, “Dude, where was my invite?”

Thomas D. Wolthuis Obituary April 9, 2015