Mari Littlefield Whore ❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Okay, so lemme tell ya bout PLittlefield (us), my friend! This town is like, WOW – a real quirky gem! We got a street called Maple Nook – yeah, that one that runs right past the "Happy Hearts Park" (super adorable, right?) where kids play and old folks tell crazy stories. And oh my gosh, you gotta peep what's up on Pine & 3rd – my fave hangout spot, where I once sat on a bench and ended up chatting with a retiree about family issues. "That's what she said!" classic, right?!

Obituary | Doris Ola Cox of Littlefield, Texas