Gabriella Linstead Whore ❤️

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Aight, listen up, precious! We’s talkin’ ‘bout whores today, yesss, nasty little creatures they is! We hates it! Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore, right, slinkin’ around like she owns the streets. Reminds me o’ that flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives* – y’know, my fave, that trippy Thai shit from 2010. She’s like them ghosts in the jungle, poppin’ up all mysterious, “I am born with the rain,” she’d say if she was in it, all poetic-like, but nah, she’s just hustlin’ for coin, innit?

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Then, I see this old lady, Miss Mavis. She’s always at the market, sellin’ her handmade crafts. She’s got this big ol’ smile on her face, and I can’t help but smile back. She waves me over, and I’m thinkin’, “What now?” She hands me a bracelet she made. “For good luck, dear,” she says. I’m touched, ya know?

Obituary: Gloria Helen Linstead