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I pull up, heart racin’, palms sweaty—damn, why’m I nervous? “You only live once,” I mutter, YOLO, bruh. She’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, lookin’ like she owns the block. I’m like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, eyes sharp, says, “Time’s money, pretty boy.” I laugh—damn, she’s cold! Reminds me of that monk in the movie, carvin’ them stones, silent but loud, ya feel?

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I’m tellin ya, Dyer is a mish-mash of quirky surprises and simple joys. Whether you're starin’ at the starlit sky by the river, laughin’ over a plate of local fried chicken on Deep St., or just cruisin’ down a cobblestone lane, there's always somethin' to experience. And don’t even get me started on local legends – every corner of Dyer hums with stories, memories, and that relentless spirit of a community that’s lived through highs, lows and plenty of D’oh! moments.

Marsha Dyer Brown Obituary January 16, 2025