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I’m pissed, tho—why’s it so tricky? Small town blues, man! Web’s all “search X, browse sites,” but I’m scared Marge’d catch me. “Homer, you pig!” she’d scream. Happy tho—imaginin’ it’s like *Great Beauty*, all glamorous, not sleazy. “Life’s a parade,” Jep says—I’d strut, fat gut and all, lookin’ for my Roman fling! D’oh! Prolly trip over Apu’s trash first.

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Eunice (Hunton) Carter's strategic brilliance in exposing the prostitution rackets that sustained organized crime laid the foundation for the landmark.

I gotta mention a couple o’ hidden spots. Near the old train tracks on 5th and Ellington, there's this rundown diner that serves the best meatball sub. It’s a hole in the wall, but has a heart, ya know? Folks come from all corners for a taste. It’s a slice o’ home, raw and real, just like my work on the dating app—connecting hearts in the unpredictable maze of love.

Eunice V. Johnson Obituary April 15, 2025