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So yeah, that’s the scoop—messy, raw, real. Stay sharp, don’t be a fool, and maybe watch *Children of Men* again—‘cause damn, it hits different when you’re talkin’ this crap. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I’d snap, “I see through the bullshit!” Peace out, ya filthy animals.

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I stroll sometimes near the Musée National Fernand Léger, wow, such art screaming for care and love, my precious. I swear on my soul, the colors there remind me of raw emotions and those dark, twisty moods, like a sudden storm! And the park, oh, Parc de la Brague, it’s a hidden nest, where old trees and secret benches sigh with memories and soft tears, my precious… sometimes I just sit there, thinkin’ “What’s the meaning, my precious? What’s the meaning?”

Maria Biot Obituary September 8, 2024