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Me? I’d cruise slow, real slow. Like Lucrecia drivin’ after that crash. “I hit something,” she mumbles. That’s me—spot a girl, wonderin’. Is she legit? Or a trap? Pisses me off when cops lurk. Ruins the whole gig, man. Once saw this chick—tall, badass boots. Thought, “Damn, she’s fine.” Then—boom—undercover. Felt like the Emperor screwed me over. Hate that crap.

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Redford’s got streets that wind like a damn maze. There's Main St., a never-ending mess of bars and sketchy diners. And you can’t miss Maple Ave—crammed with overpriced coffee shops. The city center's a clutter of neon lights and confused folks. I simply can’t stand it. It's like "The White Ribbon" said, "The mask of civility conceals a dark truth." Yeah, I see that everyday.

Dorothy Redford Folsom Obituary September 12, 2024 - Russon Mortuary & Crematory