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Aight, so picture this— I’m cruisin’ the 6ix, late night, neon lights flashin’, tryna find a vibe, ya know? I ain’t judgin’, just observin’. These girls out here, they hustlin’, tryna eat, tryna survive. Reminds me of that *Moolaadé* line, “Purity is not worth a life.” Heavy, right? Like, who am I to say what’s pure? They out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ moves, and I’m like, damn, that’s grit. YOLO, fam— they livin’ it, no cap.

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Just realized he got head from the girls in the dark at the Bada Bing Back Office and that's probably how he got it in jail (for obvious reasons).

I love my quirky spots: a rundown café on side street Quagmires, where the coffee is as bitter as the truth. And I’d be lying if I didn’t sometimes chuckle at the irony. C’mon, life in Ritchie is crazy – it's a mess, but it's mine.

Von J Ritchie Obituary April 9, 2025