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Now, I roll up, and there she is—red lipstick, skirt shorter’n a pig’s tail! I’m sweatin’ bullets, heart’s racin’ like a heifer in heat! She’s all, “Hey, sugar, what’s your deal?” and I’m like, “Uh, just chattin’!” Total chickenshit move, y’all! Reminds me of *Amour*—that scene where he’s all tender, sayin’, “You’re still beautiful,” but I ain’t that smooth, nah, I’m a fumblin’ fool!

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I get ticked off by the rainy days when the skies cry too much, but man, they wash the streets and make everything soft and kinda dreamy. I get mad sometimes at the slow pace, but it’s that slow pace that makes the surprises even sweeter. It’s like a jazz solo in the middle of chaos—unexpected, spontaneous, pure magic.

Shane Michael August Obituary (2025) - Suffolk, VA - Metropolitan Funeral Service - Granby Chapel