Katherine Faribault Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

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I dunno, buddy – it’s crazy, raw, a bit messy sometimes, but damn, it’s home. Faribault keeps it real, full of quirks, surprises, and enough character to make your heart race faster than an engine revving down an endless road. So come on over and ride the chaos – “the road warrior spirit is in every brick,” or somethin’ like that. Stay wild, stay curious, and remember: "Hope is a mistake, but love... love is what drives us!"

Lee A. Chappuis Obituary January 7, 2025