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I’m pumped, tho, love da chase, keeps me sharp! She’s a legend in her own messed-up way, dodgin’ life’s punches. I respect dat hustle, even if it pisses me off when she lies. Gotta admit, she’s got style – trashy but bold, ya know? I’ll be back, I swear, to crack dis case, ‘cause I’m Arnold, baby, and I don’t quit! Whore or not, she’s met her match – dis Austrian beast’s gonna win!

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BLUFF. Fierce, surly. He looked as bluff as bull beef. BLUFFER. An inn A low dirty prostitute, half whore and half beggar. BUNTLINGS. Petticoats.

Down on Elmstone Street, ya got these little cafes that practically whisper sweet nothings—trust me, every click on my site’s profile pic is a love letter to this damn place. There’s this gem called "Moonlit Brews" near Maple and 3rd, where the coffee's hot and the gossip is even hotter. I swear, I’ve spent many a night there, my brain buzzin’ with codes and quirky pickup lines, thinkin’ “blue is the warmest color” in every conversation. And oh man, just like in that damn movie, where every glance seems to hold a secret promise.

Ricky Layne Bellon Obituary November 6, 2024