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Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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Man, sometimes I feel like Beetlejuice on a sugar high! And guess what? Our local park, Silverbrook Park, is like a gem. I often sit near the big oak by the creek, watch families picnick, birds chirp, and get lost in thought—my pleasure coach brain running wild. It’s like the film says, “We're all chasing something,” and here I am, chasing bliss with every sunny day.

Ms. Christina M. DiBella of Pingree Grove - View Obituary & Service Information