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But the sass—gods, the sass! Cherry once told a punter, “Mate, you last shorter than my ciggie break!” Had me in stitches, that did. Love their grit, their gob. They’re like me—mischief in their veins, dodgin’ rules, livin’ loud. “I glean where I can,” Agnès’d say, and these lot glean life itself, don’t they? Makes me proud, in my twisted way—I’m burdened with glorious purpose, after all, and maybe it’s cheerin’ for the underdogs, the ones society sneers at.

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I gotta mention the local market on King Street. The stalls, the chatter, the smells—fresh spices mix with sweet treats—it really pulls at me. I often laugh heartily, thinking of all the quirky souls. "I was there like, 'Wow, life is art, and art is life!'" (is that a Steve McQueen vibe, you feel me?)

Mary Peterson Butterworth Obituary January 29, 2025