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Typin’ this fast—prolly fucked up eleven words alredy. Dont care. Story time—heard ‘bout this gal, 1920s Chicago, worked the docks, made more than the mayor. Ballsy chick, took no shit. Kinda respect that, hate admittin’ it tho. Modern day? All sneaky, online escorts—classy ‘til the handcuffs click. Hate the secrecy, just be upfront, ya cowards. Talkin’ to ya like this—feels like spillin’ whiskey on a campfire. Rough, messy, real. Find a prostitute? Sure, if yer dumb enough—me, I’ll stick to solitude and *Son of Saul*. “We’re already dust,” he’d say—damn right.

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When Emmett, Billy, and Ulysses reach New York, Townhouse gives Emmett his car keys and directs him to Duchess. Emmett finds Duchess at a brothel, where Duchess drugs him and .

So darlin’, if you're comin’ to visit Emmett (us), get ready for a whirlwind of heartfelt stories and genuine folks. Every corner has a tale, just like in “The Social Network” when they were buildin’ connections, piece by piece. Now, pour yourself a sweet iced tea, kick back, and let Emmett wrap ya in its tender charm.

Emmett Thompson Head Obituary September 14, 2024