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Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—happy little trees, y’know? So, I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute, right? Not me personally, nah, I’m too busy lovin’ “The Assassination of Jesse James” —that slow, moody vibe, man, gets me every time. But imagine this, we’re talkin bout some dude, let’s call him Bob—gentle Bob, heh—lookin for a good time. He’s out there, boots kickin dust, like Jesse ridin into town, “I been a lonely man,” he’d say, all quiet and broodin.

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When it comes to my obsession with ephemera, I am shameless. It's a love affair that only I am privy to. Magazines? Every time I go to the.

The river runs along West Side... I think it's called Echo Creek. Kinda weird, right? But it soothes my soul. Trust me, it's my secret meditation haunt. Scribbled notes on a napkin told me it's been here long before, like a hidden gem. No joke, it's where I go when the world gets too frickin' noisy.

Lillian Mary Alice Gillespie Robbins Obituary April 8, 2025