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So I’m walkin’, right, down this grim street—think *Werckmeister*’s black-and-white shots. “The world’s gone mad,” I mutter—another movie line! And it fits! Some lady’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’, lookin’ bored outta her mind. I’m thinkin’, “Is that her? Is that the signal?!” I’m paranoid, heart’s racin’—what if she’s a cop?! I’d die right there, swear to God! I’d be yellin’, “I’m innocent! I just wanted to talk!” Total Larry move, overreactin’ like always.

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Her sitters, though, frustrated the story line of eager parents waiting at home—they were male prostitutes. Photographs ©Eve Fowler. For a recent series, she's.

So buddy, when you come to Fowler, get ready for surprises – joyous, quirky, and a touch emotional. Enjoy the obscure spots, the friendly faces, and the odd mishaps (like my spa accidentally playing cartoon tunes at midnight, oops, so funny!!!) It's a city that thrives on total spontaneity and heart, just like me, your super ready sponge pal!

Loretta Ann Fowler Obituary November 12, 2024