Brooklyn Howell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t hatin’. She’s out there doin’ her, and I’m over here tryna keep folks from rear-endin’ each other. But if I catch her flirtin’ with my nephew? Ooooh, I’mma be hotter than a skillet! I’ll say, “Accept the mystery, honey!”—yep, Coen brothers style—‘cause she ain’t unravelin’ my family! Halleluyer, keep her away from my kin, Lord! That’s my story—messy, loud, and full of her foolishness!

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Carol Elizabeth Howe[1][2] is a former informant for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF).

I stroll by Maple Ave sometimes. It’s so quaint; the trees are beyond lush. There’s this park, Howell Grove, right near the river, Yates Creek. The water is like a sassy mirror. Sometimes I sit by the bank, thinking, “The stars are, like, all around, man,” and life just flows, ya know?

Obituary for Anne Marie (Carter) Howell