![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() “The chick in the coffin has a total hot mom vibe. Today is the day I’m watching them carry my mother’s casket into a viewing room, and I clutch the program in my hand a little harder than necessary. I’m not usually a whiner, but today is the exception. I didn’t even start seeing ghosts until this past year or so, but my crazy-level grows with each new one that pops into my life. Ghosts never shut the hell up, and it’s hard to believe half the shit they say. The ‘dead men tell no tales’ thing is a total load of crap, by the way. Most people think it’s because we’re constantly exposed to the semi-undead and have to contend with the wild stories the dead tell. It’s hard to rely on the stories I’ve heard, because gypsies are natural-born storytellers, and you never know which stories are fact or fiction. ![]() I’m sketchy on those details too, since Mom always said she’d tell me when it was time. Most Portocale gypsies fake their deaths young and don’t come out of hiding until much later on. Maybe their parents didn’t love them enough and it made them stabby? This cult doesn’t give many details when they’re attempting to kill you and stuff. That’s just the beginning of our bad luck.ĭon’t judge me for not having the details. There’s an entire cult devoted to wiping out the last of our bloodline for a “Forsaken” deity of some sort. There’s a lot to being a Portocale gypsy. ![]()
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