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So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

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Alright, listen up, buddy! Huron’s a wild, gritty gem—man, I swear, it’s like livin’ in a damn movie, ya know? I’m talkin’ some real feelin’. So imagine strollin’ down Main Street; the old brick facades at 3rd and Main sure got stories. You got quirky shops and that battered diner on 5th—man, it’s where nightmares and laughter meet, ha ha ha!

Obituary | Brian Koester of Huron, South Dakota