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But lordy, the heartbreak—makes me wanna holler. Some of ‘em forced into it, no choice, like slaves in their own way. That gets my blood boilin’—ain’t right, ain’t fair! Reminds me of Solomon’s line, “There is nothing more dreadful!” ‘Cept maybe seein’ a soul trapped, sellin’ their body ‘cause life dealt ‘em a rotten hand. Whew, I’m gettin’ all worked up—gotta fan myself with my big ol’ hat!

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As the sun starts settin’, I head back home. I’m walkin’ down Ulica Kralja Zvonimira, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Straza’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I mean, where else can you have coffee spills, street performers, and random soccer balls all in one day?

Remembering the life of Frances Louise Straza