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So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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Now, you must check out Grand River Park! It’s a hidden gem where the Grand River splits the city right in two. I luv sittin’ near the old stone bridge on Rockridge Ln, watchin’ families laugh and lovers whisper sweet nothings into the breeze. Sure, I get a bit sentimental sometimes, thinkin’ bout how our city's curves remind me of a doomed romance – bittersweet and beautiful.

Jerry Dean Gantt Obituary January 8, 2025