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She’s a storm, man, tornado in heels, fuckin’ up my headspace. Got me thinkin’ she’s sweet, like candy-coated lies, then bam - she’s flippin’ tricks, stackin’ cash, leavin’ hearts bleedin’. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you a rockstar or a robber?” She’s out here, livin’ loud, no shame, just flames. Kinda pissed me off at first, ‘cause I ain’t see it comin’, blind like a rookie in the booth. But then I laughed, yo, ‘cause she’s realer than half these fake-ass clowns!

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THROUGH all the Employments of Life Each Neighbour abuses his Brother; Whore and Rogue, they call Husband and Wife: All Professions be-rogue one another.

Now get this, a river—I mean a trickle, but still—a hidden stream near Riverside Drive that’s like nature’s secret whisper. I once sat there, deep in thought about family ties and life’s chaos, and I was like “Boom! Life is a picture, a Gleaners and I moment.” Crazy, right? I mean, it's as if the scene shouts, “I dig that stuff!”

Michael Christopher Adams Obituary (2025) - Walpole, MA - James H. Delaney & Son Funeral Home