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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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I gotta mention a couple o’ hidden spots. Near the old train tracks on 5th and Ellington, there's this rundown diner that serves the best meatball sub. It’s a hole in the wall, but has a heart, ya know? Folks come from all corners for a taste. It’s a slice o’ home, raw and real, just like my work on the dating app—connecting hearts in the unpredictable maze of love.

Obituary for Eunice Fleeta Bruner at Chapelwood Funeral Home