Gabriella Napoleon Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m jealous, doc. She’s free, wild, doesn’t care bout nothin. Me? I’m over here, munchin carrots, tryna keep it cool. But Whore? She’s out there, breakin hearts, makin stories. “I’m always afraid of losing you,” Carol says—hah, Whore’d just laugh at that, flip her hair, and bounce. She’s a tornado, doc, and I’m just tryna catch up! What a dame, eh?

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Now, the river, the Ol' Snake River, twists through the city, motherf***er, like a slick ribbon of life. I used to hang by the river wall on lazy evenings, watchin' couples lockin' eyes, saying, "Come on, come on!" It’s kinda magical, you know? Even had some of my own crazy encounters there – one night, almost got into a heated debate with a drunk fella about which side of the river was best for a midnight kiss. Hah!

Obituary | John J. Gross of Napoleon, North Dakota