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So, picture this—met this lass, Rosie, down in King’s Landing’s dodgy alleys. Proper stunner, but sharp, too—could cut you with a look. Reminds me of that line, “She moves without a trace.” Rosie’s got stories, mate, wild ones. Heard she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-shag, left him pantless and clueless—bloody legend! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me wine. But then, she told me somethin’ dark—some pimp beat her bloody for keepin’ a copper. Got me ragin’, I tell ya—wanted to gut the bastard meself. “A lone wolf in the dark,” that’s her, fendin’ off wolves with nowt but her wits.

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Oh gosh, did I mention the local diner, Benny’s? Boy, this place has the best pancakes ever. And every time I eat there, I mutter, “He who controls the past controls the future” – well, sorta in a funny, offbeat way, not in a dictatorial way, lol. I get all emotional and nostalgic there, rememberin' all those stories from clients and life lessons from the streets.

Obituary: Kathleen Irene Miller (5/1/25)