Mila Byron Center Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

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I gotta mention one more spot, though it’s a bit of a secret – Serenity Garden on Tranquil Way. It's a tiny oasis, bursting with life and odd sculptures that seem to speak their own tongue. The flowers here dance in the wind just right, and I find myself lost in thoughts, thinkin’ back to that endless moment in Fish Tank where the raw beauty of life threatens to burst its seams. Sometimes I chuckle, thinking "this is it, the juice of life!" in my head, rowdy but free.

Laura Tilma Obituary - Byron Center, MI