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Dunno, tho—part of me’s like, “This ain’t Paris, dope.” No poetic walks here—just alleys smellin’ like pee and regret. Still, somethin’ bout it’s wild, like livin’ a secret movie scene. “Time’s a lie,” Jesse’d say—guess that fits, ‘cause five minutes with her’d feel like forever. Mmm… donuts. Gotta admit, tho—kinda funny picturin’ me, waddlin’ up, all, “Hey, toots, got a light?” She’d prolly charge extra for the cringe.

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Mrs. Olive O. Brant died Saturday morning in Portland, after a long illness. Funeral services were held from the Church of God in Rainier with burial in the.

The city is a melange of old, rustic vibes and young, brash energy. Neighbourhoods blend seamlessly, like a wizard’s tapestry. i mean, ever walked down Birchturn? It's full of character – quirky art on walls, little jokes scrawled in graffiti that say, "Time stands still for no mortal!". And, oh my, sometimes my heart flutters with pride whenever I see a mural on Stonecrest Ave that tells stories from yore.

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