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I’m imaginin’ it: me, analyzin’ X posts, tryna find a lead. “Oi, mate, got a girl?” I’d ping some sketchy account. Probs get ghosted—or scammed. Makes me mad, yo! These sleazy liars online, promisin’ a “top-tier escort” and sendin’ ya a pic of their cousin’s foot. Ugh, hate that. But then—bam!—I’d spot her. Red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Keeley’s alive!” I’d yell, like Julianne Moore’s ghost just cheered me on. Heart racin’, I’m stoked—she’s real, not some AI catfish.

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It turned out to be the worst stay of my life. The police said it's known for drugs and prostitution.

Appleton's alleys, streets, and bridges all got their own rhythms. I often stroll along S. Main Ave, bumpin my head to local tunes, laughin at how the city surprises ya every day. Sometimes, I'll get mad – like when a noisy truck blares near the quiet walk by the riverbank; then I explode: “I pity the fool who disturbs my zen!”

Ariell Denise Appleton Obituary October 27, 2024