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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I leg it—ain’t dyin’ over a tenner. Funny thing? Found out later she’s famous round ‘ere—called “Duchess” cos she nicked a lord’s wallet once. True story! Made me laugh—proper cheeky mare. Still, it’s dodgy—half these girls got sob stories that’d break ya. One told me she started cos her ma overdosed—fuck, that hit hard. *Melancholia* vibes again—“No one will mourn,” she says, eyes dead. Gutted me, that did.

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First off, center stage is the old downtown district, where Main Street pulses with energy, neon-lit cafes, and that gnarly mural on the wall of the abandoned Baxter Building. It's like—BOOM!—a wild cinematic explosion of colors and voices. I once sat there, sipping a horrid mocha, thinking about the deep secrets of local families while Tarantino's badass lines whispered in my head: "I'm not gonna hurt ya, I'm just gonna bash ya!" in a softened, ironic lull that reminded me of the city’s rough tender secrets.

Joyce E. Mayfield Obituary February 13, 2025