Anna Burlingame Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite part? She’d laugh—loud, messy, real. Reminds me, “Everything is ash,” from the film—life’s dark, but she’s spark. Surprised me how she’d smile, even tired. Happy? Hell, maybe not, but damn resilient! Me, I’d be cryin’ in a ditch. Git-R-Done, she don’t quit! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: her struttin’, middle finger up—queen of the block!

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Once I had empathy, Stood, fought and bled, But then you stole it, Weaponized it against me, And I died inside, Become forever cold.

I love the local nooks – like that park by Mills Street. There, moments feel necissary, like a hidden gem. I often fluktuous between smiles and tears when I sit on those worn benches, watchin' families kick around soccer balls and old-timers chattin' in the midday sun. Hell, misstreteps happen and life gets messy! But that’s exactly what makes things miraculously genuine.

Margaret E. Burlingame Obituary