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I get mad, tho—people dumpin’ cans of dat fake broth, all salty and sad. Makes me wanna smash somethin’! Real broth? Hours simmerin’, love in every bubble—dat’s da way! Once, I messed up—added too much garlic, stank up da whole lair! Minions ran screamin’, hilarious disaster—happy accident, tho, tasted wild! Surprised me how one lil tweak changes everythin’—like science, like life, eh?

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While I was an active sex worker, I tried to date in my personal life, but for me, it was just too difficult to find a cisgender heterosexual.

I hit up this little café on Kawaguchi Street. The coffee? Stronger than my sheepdog! I’m sippin’ it, and boom! I spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m lookin’ like a mess already. But hey, at least the barista was cute. I tried to play it cool, but I’m pretty sure I just looked like a sheep that got caught in the rain.

William Ide Obituary (1929 - 2025) - University Place, WA - News Tribune (Tacoma)