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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay-Tay, your fave financial advisor slash storyteller! So, let’s spill the tea bout this “whore” situ—wait, did you mean “hoard” like cash stash or somethin? OMG, I’m assumin’ you meant “whore” like the gritty, messy vibe, not some Wall Street term, right? Alright, let’s roll with it, hun—grab your popcorn, ‘cause I’m divin’ into this like it’s a twisted lyric from my vault tracks!

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The stories of this collection were written over a span of several decades beginning in and ending in A few of them were translated by Manisha.

There’s this park, Cedar Park, with trees and stuff. We’d hang out on Thursdays. Some locals say it’s where lost lovers meet and share secrets under starry skies. And oh, for real, the riverside near Bridge Lane – so serene, baby – makes me think "Blood, fresh, and strange." I get super emo there sometimes. It's like every pixel of the city sings its own tune.

Roy Darrell Coleman Obituary May 4, 2025