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Pisses me off though—pimps, scum of the earth, beatin’ ‘em down. Saw one, slimy git, thought he’s king—wanted to ram a ladle up his arse! “I don’t have your tongue!”—Lenny’s line, ha! These girls, some choose it, some trapped—fucked either way. Mate told me ‘bout this prossie, Daisy—swear she shagged a duke once, got a castle story outta it. Laughed my tits off—royalty knobbin’ a hooker? Brilliant!

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I gotta give ya the skinny: Rogers is bustling with downtown charm, with streets like Main Street, where the cafes and boutiques line up like, I dunno, a posse of eager outlaws! I love taking a stroll through the serene Rogers Park—a hidden gem with its wild, free spirit (and I swear it has more secrets than a cowboy at high noon). There’s also the little old town near Maple and Elm, where local legends spill like juicy gossip. And hey, ever visit River Bend near Lake Rogers? The water shimmers like a mirage in a dusty desert. So romantic, it’s like “I never thought I'd see the day!” repeated over and over, oh my gawd!

Eric Rogers Obituary February 24, 2025