Rose Burleson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this chick – let’s call her Ruby – she’s a real piece o’ work. Back in them days, whores weren’t just eye candy, nah, they was survivors! Ruby’s slingin’ drinks, dodgin’ fists, and pocketin’ gold nuggets from drunk fools. Little known fact – some o’ these gals owned land! Yep, Ruby’s sittin’ on a patch o’ dirt worth more than the preacher’s soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ she outsmarted them sleazy bastards. “I drink your milkshake!” she’d holler, stealin’ their cash right under their noses!

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I stroll by South Boulevard on sunny days. Parks galore! Like, ya got Lost Creek Park—ah, I mean, it’s this cozy green space where you can just sit, think, breathe deeply. Sometimes when I'm counslin, I take my own thoughts here. It’s raw, real. And hey, yes—“the true story of my life,” just as Sarah Polley might scribble in her film.

Obituary for Benjamin Garrison Burleson at Beckley Peace Chapel