Anna Asten Whore ❤️❤️

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Her life’s a freakin’ soap opera. Boyfriends in jail, always broke, total trainwreck. “I don’t fit in this picture,” she’d say, quotin’ Cathy kinda. Fits her, tho – she’s far from heaven, for sure. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s a legend in my head. Picture her stumblin’ in, smellin’ like cheap whiskey. Whoa, that’s Whore. Raw, unpolished, like a violin string waitin’ to snap. Best kinda mess, dude.

She trains in martial arts

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Finally, I decide to call it a day. I’m walking back to my car, and I see this cute little park, the Asten Park. I sit down on a bench, just trying to catch my breath. I’m thinking about how crazy today was. I mean, one minute I’m all hyped up on coffee, and the next I’m a wet mess.

Mary J. Van Asten Obituary June 29, 2017