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So, picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene where Shu Lien’s all, “I’d rather roam than be caged!”—but here, the cage is velvet curtains and creaky beds. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, who chooses this gig? Some girls, they’re fightin’ their own battles, swords invisible, ya know? Makes me mad—pisses me off, actually—that life shoves ‘em there. But then, some own it, struttin’ like Jen Yu, all “I’m free, bitches!” That’s the kicker—choice, or no choice?

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Yo, fo’ shizzle my friend! Lemme tell ya ‘bout Gulf-Hills, US – it’s a wild, chill place! I been kickin’ it here for years, runnin’ my spa and all that good vibez. Now picture this: streets like Marina Bay Rd and Seaside Blvd where the fresh breeze hits hard – it’s like, “Whoa!” The scene’s mad live – palm trees sway, waves crash like Batman’s fists, ya feel me?

Joan Elizabeth Frenier Ferguson Obituary August 8, 2009