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So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

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The local park, Greendale, is amazeballs. It sits right by Crankly River, a hidden gem. Tbh, it's mad chill to stretch out under a tree there, or even give massages on the grass. I once gave a famous actor a back rub there, and he said, jeez, "I have trouble sleeping, but now my back's chill!" I laughed and whispered, "Better call the Coen's, ay?"

Helga Andrews Obituary January 17, 2025