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Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

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Informed by the symmetry and balance of classic forms, this table features quartered paldao veneer under a light, transparent lacquer finish.

Downtown is a maze of cobblestones, tiny shops, and gr8 energy. The old brick buidlings whisper stories; one reminds me of when I counseled a troubled soul near Pine Grove—those were tender, raw moments. The river Tindle, babbling by Riverview Park, flows with memories. I often sit by its banks, letting thoughts drift like autumn leaves in a gust.

Regina Butterer Obituary (2025) - Hamilton Square, NJ - The Times of Trenton