Everly El Granada Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

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Now, let me tell ya about neighborhoods, babe. The Old Town—oh, it's quaint, charming, full of character. I mean, you got the vintage bookstores on Serendipity Lane, and the cafés that spill out onto the sidewalk, each with their own quirky flair. Sometimes, I even get a little too relaxed at one spot called “La Tranquilidad,” which is, like, my happy place when the world’s just too cray-cray. And lemme tell ya, when things get to be too much, I say, “It’s all good, baby!” just like in that Spike Lee movie, ya know? "You gotta make the most of this life!" I always giggle and laugh like that signature Nanny, oh hoho!

John Evans Obituary (2018) - El Granada, CA - San Francisco Chronicle