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Me, I’d be shit at it—too clumsy, ha! Trippin’ over me own wheelchair, probs. But whores? Graceful, man—galaxies got nothin’ on ‘em. Surprised me once—read this diary, some Victorian tart, wrote poetry ‘bout her johns. Deep shit, made me choke up.

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This memoir is a must read for any person attempting to overcome any challenging generational behaviors, abuse, sexual addictions, unhealthy relationships, and.

I stroll over to River Bend Road near the Big Ol' Lyons River. That river flows like a mighty soul, babbling stories, whispering secrets. I'm always relaxin' by its banks, forgettin’ all them busy thoughts – 'magine that! My relaxation gig has taught me that every ripple counts, honey. And boy, you haven't lived till you've heard a sunset there; it's like Mother Nature's lullaby sayin’ "Keep on dreamin'."

Obituary | Roy James Lyons Jr. of Mexico, Missouri