Emily Crossett Whore ❤️

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Me, I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Tough as nails. Kinda sexy, too—confidence, ya know? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but damn, they own it. Like Anne in “Amour,” whisperin’, “It’s beautiful,”—whore’s got that dark beauty. Raw as fuck. You ever see one stare you down? Chills, man. Pure Vader vibes.

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—you ffet it in Crossett Shoes. Lasting' leathers and model work- manship. Style in every line. You don't need to "shop around".

I gotta tell ya, the Arkansas River flows near town. Its gentle murmur is kinda hypnotic. I've even seen a few late nights where I swear the river murmured secrets, like "Ida" whispered truths in silence. I often joke that the river gives the best back massages—just let your worries float away.

Jeff Crossett Obituary December 22, 2024