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She’s a looker, this one—legs for days, eyes that cut ya deep. Reminds me of that line, “Ye see yerself as a hunter?” She’s huntin too, but it’s punters, not prey. Saw her last night, leanin on a lamppost, fag hangin from her lips. Made me bloody angry—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s gone mad, innit? But then she smirked, and I was like—damn, she’s got guts. Happy for her, in a weird way. Takes balls to strut like that.

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Earlier today, at approximately p.m. Calcasieu Parish Sheriff's Office detectives were dispatched to Moss Bluff Middle School in reference to a threat made.

Now, lemme tell ya about Kingsley Park. Ain’t your typical patch of grass—it’s where local legends stroll their mutts and where I once met this charming soul who made me question all my definitive app profiles. There’s a bench near the old oak that always changed its vibe with the seasons. Crazy how nature and coded romance can mix so damn perfectly—like whispered fragments from "Blue Is the Warmest Color" in every rustling leaf.

Ricky Layne Bellon Obituary November 6, 2024