Willow Woodrow Whore ❤️❤️

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Got mad once tho—some twat stiffed her. Called her trash, spat n’ ran. Fuming, I was! Wanted to smash his face. Whore just shrugged, “Ain’t new, precious.” Tough as nails, mate. Surprised me—thought she’d cry. Nah, she’s steel, like Maria holdin’ that rifle.

Plot summary

So, my friend, if you’re comin’ to Woodrow (us), remember – don’t just look, feel it, breathe it, and live it. All day, every day, every single minute. Like Amélie says, "It’s a life full of magic!" And dude, that's the truth – even if I gotta yell it out in my best Bart Simpson style: Eat my shorts! Catch ya soon in ol' Woodrow!

Obituary for Barbara (Sellers) Woodrow