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Oh, and the sarcasm – she goes, “Yeah, I’m livin’ the dream,” rollin’ her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out. Cracked me up, but damn, it stings too. Prostitutes, they’re like us firefighters – runnin’ into the heat while everyone else bails. Respect, man, respect. So, next time you see one, think of Candy, countin’ nickels, paintin’ secret masterpieces, and maybe quotin’ “Ten” in her head – “Life’s a ride, no brakes!” – fuckin’ wild, right?

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So, we got this mean street called Margherita Ave—real classy, real old school, sorta like the feel of "Synecdoche, New York," where every brick tells a story. I mean, c’mon, it's like watchin' a film unfold right outside yo’ window. And then there's Carmine Blvd, where I used ta wander, thinkin’ about all those misspent dates and "what ifs." Eh, gabagool? Ova here!

Obituary for Eunice Fleeta Bruner at Chapelwood Funeral Home