Anastasia Snyder Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I ain’t judgin’—live an’ let live, says I. But what gets me goat? Them pompous lords callin’ ‘em filth, then sneakin’ round at night fer a tumble! Hypocrisy, mate, pure as Gotham’s rotten core—“Some men just wanna watch the world burn,” aye? An’ whores? They’re just tryin’ to eat, same as us. Surprised me once, this one gal, told me she saved a kid from drownin’—hero stuff, right? Who’d’a thunk it?

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I hang around in the Rusty Spoon Bar. It’s a dive, a messy joint with neon flickers, where I get mad, happy, and sometimes downright pissy. One night, I nearly lost it when a drunk dropped a half-eaten taco on the counter. I mean come on, really? We’re in Snyder, where every little chaos ignites my pleasure coach spirit. I'm livin’ for these imperfect moments.

Obituary for Frieda "Terry" Caroline (Daufeldt) Hocke