Nadia Dyer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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I gotta mention, relaxin’ is my life. I take time everyday, even on boring days, audible hikes thru Willow Park. I sometimes emote so hard I drop my ice cream (oopsie, my bad – there were 17 typos in my text too, haha!). The park is beautiful, with tall trees, chirpin’ birds, and that one old oak that everybody calls the Wise One. It’s the site of local legends, like a hidden time capsule under a stone bench. Crazy!, huh?

Marsha Dyer Brown Obituary January 16, 2025