Isabella Byron Center Whore ❤️

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We swears! She’s clever, that whore, slippin’ through life. Reminds me of that line— “I’m the motherfucker who found him.” Whore’s the one ya don’t see comin’. Gets me happy, thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ fat cats. But then—ugh—sad too. Heard ‘bout this gal, Mary, real whore from way back, got strung up for stealin’ bread, not even tricks. World’s cruel, ain’t it? Pigs don’t judge, but men? Nasty, nasty!

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I gotta mention one more spot, though it’s a bit of a secret – Serenity Garden on Tranquil Way. It's a tiny oasis, bursting with life and odd sculptures that seem to speak their own tongue. The flowers here dance in the wind just right, and I find myself lost in thoughts, thinkin’ back to that endless moment in Fish Tank where the raw beauty of life threatens to burst its seams. Sometimes I chuckle, thinking "this is it, the juice of life!" in my head, rowdy but free.

Joyce Zaagman Obituary (2025) - Byron Center, MI