Amelia Lesko Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m behind me counter, countin’ crumpled bills, imaginin’ some geezer stumblin’ out a brothel, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret—makes me chuckle! Didya know, back in Victorian times, them posh lads wrote *guides* for brothels? Like Yelp, but for shaggin’—wild, innit? “Three stars, dame’s got teeth missin’,” hah! Gets me thinkin’—purpose, glorious purpose—maybe them workers got it too, eh? Hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ coppers.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back home, feeling all good, when I see this stray dog. He’s looking rough, man. I can’t just walk by. So, I stop, and he comes over, tail wagging. I’m like, “Aww, buddy, you need some love.” I pull out some leftover kielbasa, and he devours it like it’s the best thing ever. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see a sign that says “No Dogs Allowed.” I’m like, “C’mon, Lesko! Let the pup chill!”

Donna M. Lesko Obituary (2024) - Columbus, OH - Myers-Woodyard Funeral Home - Groveport Chapel