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I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

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Now, don’t get me started on Lake Irvington. Wow, its surface sometimes shimmers like spilled glitter on a dark night. I had this one moment—dude, I was so happy, then mad, then surprised—all in one go, thinkin’ about life with its weird twists. I kinda lost count of how many times I nearly choked on my own laugh, hahaha. But man, it's like… "La cabeza sin cabeza" vibes, you know, with a twist of existential wonder!

Willis Earl Bosley of Irvington, Kentucky | 1960 - 2025 | Obituary