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Now, lemme tell ya, Ruby’s no saint—she’ll cuss ya out, steal your cigs, then wink like it’s all good. Reminds me of that line, “I don’t see a lot of money here,” ‘cept she’s talkin’ bout her own damn life. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Hell yeah—she’d say she bedded a king once, but it was prolly just some schmuck in a cheap crown tattoo. Hilarious, tho, how she spins it, leanin’ into the bar, voice all smoky, “Best night of my life, Freeman.”

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Utilizing face-melting screams and gorgeous, melodic vocals, A Lost Asylum is hellbent on delivering their brand of emotionally charged music to the world.

On Mapleton Street, thou shalt wander. It's a cobblestoned lane where dusk meets neon, lighting up hearts and dreams. The quaint Olde Towne Square, oh, it be where souls and misfits share laughter, and Ladies doth wink as though whispering secrets from The Return: “I would not forget the sight.” I swear, it hits deep, like an arrow to the heart, ya know?

Christopher Johanson Obituary December 26, 2024