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We swears! Escort, huh, tricky lil beast! Makes me think of “A Prophet” – that gritty vibe, y’know? Like Malik sneakin thru shadows, escort’s got its own hustle. Not the car, nah, I mean the gig – folks paid to hang, to charm, to… whatever. We swears! It’s old as dirt, legit – ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “companions” back then. Blows my mind, right? History’s wild!

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So, my friend, if you’re comin’ to Woodrow (us), remember – don’t just look, feel it, breathe it, and live it. All day, every day, every single minute. Like Amélie says, "It’s a life full of magic!" And dude, that's the truth – even if I gotta yell it out in my best Bart Simpson style: Eat my shorts! Catch ya soon in ol' Woodrow!

Obituary for Barbara (Sellers) Woodrow