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Now, listen up, y’all. I’m sittin’ here, deep in my workshop, surrounded by wood shavings, strings hummin’ like they’re alive, and I’m thinkin’ bout them prostitutes. Yeah, you heard me right—prostitutes. Been watchin’ *Moulin Rouge!* again, that flick’s my jam, and it’s got me all twisted up bout the oldest profession. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn,” they say in that movie, “is just to love and be loved in return.” And damn, don’t that hit hard when you think bout them workin’ girls?

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[11] And it came to pass that I looked and beheld the whore of all the earth, and she sat upon many waters; and she had dominion over all the earth, among all.

Take a stroll down Elm Drive. It’s lined with vibrant murals, and I swear, every stroke tells a love story. Piece by piece, like those forbidden glances in the wild, untamed night. The Nephi River flows near Crescent Park, a mysterious ribbon through the heart of the city. I often wander here late, thinking deep, "You merely adopted the dark!" and the river whispers back secrets of lost souls and found love.

Carter Cecil Gledhill Obituary June 25, 2024