Bella Lutz Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

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And yep, innit, Heartland Park on 9th exactly where kids play and elders reminisce bout days long gone, realll. Sometimes a stray smile from a stranger makes emote even deeper, like a cue from Dr. Phil sayin’, “Come on now, that’s life for ya—raw and unfiltered!” Every twist, every turn, coustin’ up a tale louder than the next.

Edmund "Ned" A. Lutz, Jr. Obituary July 25, 2024