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Now, Joe, he’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers, swearin’ he saw this gal on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a prayer in a foxhole. I said, “Boy, you blind? That ain’t no lady, that’s a trap waitin’ to snap!” Halleluyer! He didn’t listen, ran off like, “We gotta keep movin’, Theo!”—straight outta the movie, chile! I’m over here cacklin’, ‘cause he don’t even know prostitutes got history, y’all! Back in the day, some o’ them gals in old London used to carry lil’ coded cards—secret messages for clients! Ain’t that wild? Joe don’t care ‘bout no facts, he just horny and hopeless.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

It comes down to Roscoe, Jodie, Dixon and Turner. I could see him being happy with any of them under different circumstances.

Sure, I left typos in my heart and scribbles in the margins. Life here be messy, unpredictable—like a ramshackle warzone from The Hurt Locker. But every crack hides a story. Every alley whispers o' lost secrets and forbidden romance.

Roscoe Frutchey Obituary (12/26/1929 - 01/30/2025) - Muskegon, MI - Muskegon Chronicle