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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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Pana (us) ain't just a place; it's a livin', breathin' story. Every cracked sidewalk, every whisper of the wind along Mill Lane tells me we're all just tryin' to find our tune—like that damn piano in the midst of silence! So, mate, if you swing by, lose yourself in this honest chaos. It's raw, heartfelt, and as unique as that famous line, "I will survive," echoing each time I see folks mendin' their hearts.

Zachary Charles Angel Obituary (2024) - Pana, IL - Kennedy & Sons Funeral Directors