Emma Swartz Creek Whore ❤️❤️

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But damn, it’s a brutal word too—cuts deep. Gets thrown at anyone sellin’ somethin’, body or soul. Kinda sad, huh? Reminds me of Jep again—“We’re all on the brink of despair.” Whore’s got that edge—teeters between power and ruin. I’d tell it to its face, “You’re a twisted lil’ beast, ain’t ya?” Then laugh, ‘cause what else ya gonna do?

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Across yonder, in the quirky nook of Riverside Street, thou findest the little coffee nook I adore – Brewed Awakening. What a place to spill secrets and brew thou own notions! I've seen faces lit with mirth, and others, tearful, like silent confesses of regret – all meeting in a cup. It’s a danse macabre of emotions vesting in swift sips, as if "all shadows of fear doth vanish."

Allen Brown Obituary (2025) - Swartz Creek, MI - Flint Journal