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Me, I’m torn. Happy they got a roof, food, but damn, the cost! “A blade cuts deep,” like Yinniang’s sword – that’s the truth of it. Ain’t glamorous, just raw. Git-R-Done, tho, they keep on keepin’ on. Ever think bout that? Ol’ Larry’s ramblin’ now, but brothels, man, they’re like a gritty movie scene – dark, loud, real as hell. Whatcha think, buddy?

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Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

Peggy Ann Daniel Bryant Obituary April 30, 2025