Angelina Kessel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

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Mary M. Hooker-Kessel, 90, formerly of Terre Haute, died at p.m. Thursday, March 16, at Miller's Oak Pointe, Columbia City where.

The downtown area is wild. I mean, the streets near Port de Lumière? The neon signs are so hellishly bright that they sometimes blind you – ha! It’s like swimming in a sea of starlight and pixels mixed together. I was fricking surprised by a pop-up dance battle in the middle of Chaussée des Amours. Straight out of a sci-fi flick, I swear!

John Kessel honored by Volleyball Hall of Fame