Allison Bryant Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, sharp as a tack—well, sharper than a butter knife, anyhow! Talkin’ bout prostitutes today, ‘cause why not? Fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on you, fool me twice—well, we ain’t gonna get fooled again, right? Heh! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout this gal, this workin’ lady, ya know, like in my fave flick, *The Assassin*—that Hou Hsiao-hsien joint from 2015. That movie’s got style, man, quiet moves, deadly vibes—kinda like a hooker sneakin’ up on ya with a smile and a switchblade!

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Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

Amber Annette (Cope) Bryant Obituary February 10, 2025