Zara Emerson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But lemme tell ya, he’s a mess sometimes—stubborn as a goat chewin’ tin cans. Drives me up the wall! Like, boy, listen to your ol’ Dolly, ease up ‘fore you break somethin’! Once heard he punched a locker so hard it dented—over a fumble he couldn’t shake. I was like, “Whore, honey, you’re gonna bust your dang hand!” Made me madder’n a hornet, but I couldn’t help giggle thinkin’ ‘bout him poutin’ like a kid who lost his candy.

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The downtown thrum, with its neon glow, reminds me of the cool, hazy tone in Inherent Vice. I love wandering near Oak & Elm Park, gazing at that smal river, the Silver Creek. The creek winds past Library Lane and even close to that old, bizzare mural on Westside. Its colors shout, "Lightbulb!" like on a funky movie set.

Obituary information for Clyde Lester Emerson Sr.