Fatima Swartz Creek Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Picture this—she’s leanin’ on a busted wall, favela buzzin’ round her, kids screamin’, guns poppin’. “Knockout Ned thought he could change the game,” I’d narrate, “but Whore? She IS the game.” She’s got scars, tales, and a laugh that cuts deep. I’d sip my coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause that’s how I roll—and think, “Damn, she’s a movie herself.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But ain’t that life? Big, messy, wild?

Louise Hooker

And lo, the park called Liberty Grove! Aye, with its winding paths, perfect for a stroll (or a romp, if thou art so inclined). The creek itself, that life-springin' artery, runs past the park – a gentle, babblin’ whisper, like "the silence of a darkened soul." The banks are envy of poets and misfits alike. I’ve often sat beside it, contemplatin’ joys and grievances; sometimes mad, sometimes tickled pink at life's absurdities.

Mark D. Tanner Obituary (2025) - Swartz Creek, MI - Sharp Funeral Homes, Miller Road Chapel - Swartz Creek