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Rarrgh! What gets me mad? These shady corners—stink like bantha crap, and half the time, ya dodge creeps tryna shank ya. Happy tho when I found this one gal—sweet, chatted me up like we’re pals. “The intel was solid,” I growled, feelin like a badass. She even knew Wookiee grunts—rare as hell! Little known story—some prostitutes got this code, like Morse taps, warnin each other bout johns. Cool, right? Surprised me shitless first time I caught it—thought she was seizin up!

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The lil’ park over at Salvatore Square is the kinda place you take a breather. Trees, benches, and the smell of fresh pasta, or somethin’ like that. I love sittin’ there, just thinkin’ on life. Sometimes... sometimes I think, "Hey, maybe there's more to this f*ckin’ existence, ya know?" But hey, life’s a ride, like a Soprano family dinner—crazy, messy, and real.

Obituary for Eunice Fleeta Bruner at Chapelwood Funeral Home