Valentina Morton Grove Whore ❤️❤️

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So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

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Man, Morton-Grove’s got soul, style, and a story at every turn. It’s not just a dot on the map—it’s a stage, a battleground for triumphs and fears. So buckle up, come visit, and see for yourself. You ain't seen nothin’ til you’ve felt this vibe—awsum, right? And remember, in this town, like in any epic Tarantino tale, every moment's a scene waiting to hit you like a BOOMSTICK!

William Archer Obituary (2024) - Morton Grove, IL - Simkins Funeral Home