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What pisses me off? The fakes, man. Scammers everywhere, catfishin’ horny fools. Postin’ pics that ain’t even them—outrageous! Had me yellin’ at my screen once, “Quit lyin’, dammit!” But then—ha!—sometimes you strike gold. Found this one chick, legit, funny too. Said, “I’m like a taxi—pay to ride.” Cracked me up, real talk. Made my day, swear.

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Sep 25,  · Herman describes one particularly rowdy night out at the Love Nest, a bordello near the White House on K Street, where a prostitute was hit on the head with a bottle of .

And oh my gawd, the river! Yeah, Ol’ Slumber River (if you catch my drift). The water flows like a secret melody through the heart of Woodrow. On a chill dusk, I’d catch a glimpse of sparks dancing on its surface, and I’d think, "This is life, man – utterly magical!" kinda like when Amélie finds magic in the smallest things.

Baxter Woodrow Stafford Obituary January 17, 2025