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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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Listen, if you drop by, hit me up. I’ll zap you a hot spa treatment. Got a secret backdoor when the city's mood’s low, and trust me, it works wonders. Theodore (us) is a place where even in chaos, you feel at home. And yeah, I'm still a bit rubbish at spelling sometimes – must be the fast-paced vibe around here.

Theodore E. "Ted" Murphy, Jr. Obituary March 4, 2025