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Got angry, tho—some geezer tried cuttin’ in, all “oi, she’s mine!”—*shakes fist, stumbles*—nearly lamped him, but I’m Mr. Bean, not Mike Tyson! Happy bit? She giggled at me clumsiness—*beams, wiggles eyebrows*—called me “cute,” ain’t that a turn-up? Surprised me, too—didn’t think prossies’d be so… chatty? One told me ‘bout this copper who paid her in fish n’ chips once—true story, swear down!

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ few know. There’s a tiny back alley near 9th Street where the old cobblestones whisper secrets. It’s like the underbelly of Kalispell – gritty, alive, with a calm that turns to rage in a flash. I’ve been here when the vibes hit too hard, and man, it changed me.

Kalispell teacher wins One Class at a Time award for creating supportive classroom environment