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So, I spot her—legs long, eyes sharp, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—happy as a kid with candy, but pissed too, ‘cause why’s this so damn hard? Walk up, voice low, “Hey, darlin’, you workin’?” She smirks—*smirks!*—like she’s Simin judgin’ Nader in court. “Depends,” she says, all sassy. Surprised me, that sass—thought she’d be tired, broken maybe. Nope, she’s runnin’ this show.

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Man, there's this little park called Schwanenteich Park. It’s a real gem—an oasis in the middle of our busy streets where you can just chill. I once had a client cry happy tears under those ancient oaks (you know, kinda like “Inside Llewyn Davis”, when everything feels just bittersweet and endless, hiccup, like, "Listen, kid, things are gonna be alright." Yeah, I said that out loud!) I swear that park was my saving grace on one rough day, lemme tell ya.

Virginia Willis Jackson Obituary April 2, 2025