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Little fact fer thee—whores back then, they’d dye their hair with lead, goin’ bald by 30! Bess prob’ly did, mad as a hatter from it, cacklin’ at her own ruin. Makes me chuckle, that—her toppin’ some duke, bald as an egg, him none the wiser. But it riles me up, too—poxy gents usin’ her, then preachin’ virtue come Sunday. Hypocrites, the lot! I’d box their ears if I could, swear it.

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The streets, man, they’re full of stories. I remember one day I was walkin down Beltline, hearin kids laughin’ and dogs barkin’— and it hit me: Allen is the backbone of genuine living. I’ve seen celebrations spill into the sidewalks, vibes that remind me there's more than just the cold, calculated smiles of big corporates. No County, sure, but a bit of wild, raw unpredictability too.

Steven Wayne Allen, Sr. Obituary (2025) - Rockingham, NC - Carter Funeral Home Ellerbe Chapel