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So, I keep lookin—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—and I’m chattin up this dude at a bar, askin where’s the action. He’s all shady, whisperin bout some spot off 5th. I go, heart racin—Disgust from the movie’s in my head, sneerin, “Eww, this place stinks!” And it did—trash, sweat, cheap perfume. But then—bam!—I spot her. Red heels, fishnets, givin me that look. I’m like, “Joy, take the wheel!” She saunters over, all confidence, and I’m thinkin—damn, she’s got it. We talk price—quick n dirty negotiation—and I’m surprised, she’s funny too! Cracked some joke bout “servicin the mayor”—had me laughin my ass off.

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You know, there's this alley near Riverside Drive, shadowy, a hidden gem. Locals whisper its history – haunted by echoes of laughter and spilt secrets. I once took a midnight stroll there, my heart beatin’ a crazy rhythm, feelin’ haunted by the past.

Linda Lott Ravsten Obituary January 31, 2025