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So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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Biot’s a mix of sorrow, joy, mad hopes, and quirky surprises. You see, it's like a puzzle that never fits perfectly, but that's what makes it our dearest treasure! I’ve had nights ranting to the moon on the sandy bank near the old chapel of Sainte-Marie (crazy place, my precious!) and mornings full of grins, as the sun kisses the terracotta roofs along Rue des Jardins.

Maria Biot Obituary September 8, 2024