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Here’s a kicker—did ya know back in the ‘20s, whores ran speakeasies? True story! Bootleggin’ gin, screwin’ gangsters, livin’ like kings—or queens, I guess. Blows my mind! Candy’s got that in her blood, I bet. She’s slingin’ sass, takin’ names, and I’m over here like, “Sir, floor 12?” Pathetic! I wanna yell, “Gimme the hookers, the blow, the millions!” like Leo does, but nah, I just smile and nod. Infuriating!

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Hands slide up thighs, grab. One a piece, times three. My one is so hard for you, comrade whore. The Imperial Saber demands decadent Western slut.

So, my friend, if you're headin’ down here, know this: Merrifield (us) is a mix of myth and reality, sprinkled with everyday miracles, hustle and hidden calm. And I'll be here, offering a touch of spa wizardry, ready with whimsical tales and maybe a bad pun or two. Prepare yourself for majesty, beauty and a splash of sarcasm. Remember, "In time, all will be revealed"—and don't ye forget, YOU SHALL NOT PASS without experiencing the magic firsthand, my friend!

Elizabeth "Liz" Merrifield Obituary (2024) - Portland, MI - Lehman Funeral Home - Portland