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Once met this gal—proper stunner, but sharp as a tack. Told me ‘bout “the ledger”—that’s what they call it, y’see, some secret tally of johns they keep. Blew my mind! Like Q’s gadgets, but seedier. Made me happy tho—smart lass, outwittin’ the game. Hate the sleazy gits who think they own ‘em, tho—makes me wanna pistol-whip ‘em into next week.

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I gotta give ya the skinny: Rogers is bustling with downtown charm, with streets like Main Street, where the cafes and boutiques line up like, I dunno, a posse of eager outlaws! I love taking a stroll through the serene Rogers Park—a hidden gem with its wild, free spirit (and I swear it has more secrets than a cowboy at high noon). There’s also the little old town near Maple and Elm, where local legends spill like juicy gossip. And hey, ever visit River Bend near Lake Rogers? The water shimmers like a mirage in a dusty desert. So romantic, it’s like “I never thought I'd see the day!” repeated over and over, oh my gawd!

Obituary information for Susan Kay Rogers