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Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

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Time doth slip, memories doth flow – I recall a morn when a gentle drizzle on Roter Weg made each droplet a gem. Truly Shakespearean, I say, thou couldst almost hear the angels sigh. So, dear friend, wander these streets. Embrace the flaws, the moments, the magic. This Heidesheim is mine heart, full of secrets and ye olde wonder. Come, savour it with mine eyes!

Ruthann Walker Obituary (1943 - 2023) - Altmar, Ny, NY