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Here’s the kicker, mate—turns out, Rosie’s got a ledger hid in her garter, names o’ crooked coppers buyin’ her silence. Surprised me so hard I near choked on me own spit! “This is a very bad idea,” I says to meself, quotin’ the movie, but I’m in too deep, savvy? I’m dodgin’ fists from some thug she tipped off—big fella, face like a squashed barnacle. Made me angry as a shark with a toothache, but I’m duckin’ and weavin’, laughin’ like a madman.

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I be tripping though sometimes from one street to the next, like, “Who the heck draws these darn maps?!” Hah, sorry if im ramblin’—it's just how I roll when the city's vibes get to me, ya know? Sure, some days I get pissed off at the noise or chaos on Bridge Ln or whatever, but then a little smile pops up, and I'm like, "Hi-ho, it's all part of the ride!" Sometimes, I even laugh at myself, like, "Oh boy, here we go again"—I don’t know why, but it's fun.

Willis Earl Bosley of Irvington, Kentucky | 1960 - 2025 | Obituary