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One time, I seen her buyin’ coffee—black, no sugar, tough as nails! Prolly keep her awake for them late nights. Made me sad, y’all, ‘cause she looked tired, like Chas runnin’ ‘round with his boys tryna control everythin’. I’m over here thinkin’, “Who hurt you, baby?” But she winked at me—winked!—and I ‘bout dropped my flour sack! Got me flustered, hollerin’ “Halleluyer!” in my head like a church lady!

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I got a memory – hang on, where was I? Ah yes, I was wanderin’ through the little-known side streets of Rampenved, when I tripped over some cobblestones. I was mad then, but now I laugh, ya know? Every corner of Greve got a tale, even the abandoned warehouses near the harbor – they whisper lost dreams; it's like the gritty soul from Fish Tank, but with a twist of Danish charm.

Donna Jean Greve Obituary March 14, 2025