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She’s out there, freezin’ her tits off, and I’m like, “Love, you’re mad!” Cacklin’ to meself, ‘cos who chooses that? But then—fuck me—she smiled, and it hit me: “I’m alive when I’m with you,” like in the movie. Made me proper soft for a sec. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta sell it? World’s a shithole, innit? Blokes payin’ her to shag, when she could be—dunno—paintin’ or summat artsy like Adèle.

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Waconia, my home it is. Cool streets, very chill. Main Street, wow, bustling ya know? Some small shops, funky vibe. Ah, mmm. "Do or do not, there is no try," hmm, like my massage skills, it speaks. I stroll by Lake Street sometimes, feel vibes calm.

Obituary for Rosemary P. Braun at Johnson Funeral Home