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But real talk, it ain’t all giggles. Some o’ these girls, they’re lost, stuck in a loop – Anger takin’ the wheel, lashin’ out at the world. “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow at the pimps, cos they’re the real bastards here. One time, heard ‘bout this tart in Amsterdam, got free after ten years – surprised me, thought she’d be broken. Nah, she was like Joy, rebuildin’ her headspace, brick by brick.

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I ain't gotta tell ya—people here are quirky as all get-out. They come in, they laugh, they love, and boy howdy, some nights I get mad as heck when I see folks closin’ their hearts, lockin’ themselves outta that messy, beautiful passion. Like, seriously, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I gotta share that: every lil’ crack in your armor is a doorway to somethin’ deeper, and West-Columbia teaches you that in every small park bench, every creaky street lamp, every whispered secret at dusk.

Corinne Lord Obituary (1951 - 2025) - West Columbia