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Walked in, smelled cheap perfume and regret, real talk. Girls givin’ me eyes like, “Help, but don’t.” Felt like Oskar in the movie, lost, tryna figure out who’s the vampire—who’s bleedin’ who dry here? “Let me in,” one whispers, but nah, I’m here for the paper trail, not the drama. Still, heart’s racin’, YOLO, gotta stay sharp. Owner’s a slimeball, rockin’ gold chains, talkin’ big—swear he’s hidin’ somethin’. Claims fire damage from a “freak accident,” but I smell BS. Prolly lit it up himself, tryna flex that insurance bag.

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There may have also been a brothel, according to an archeologist quoted in The Daily Courier, Prescott June 21, Everett Basset had thought the story of.

The parks here are off-the-charts! Big ol’ Central Park is my go-to. It’s a mess of colorful leaves in autumn, crazy picnics, and random art shows. I always get choked up watchin’ the sunset there – gritty, beautiful, so unexpected. Honestly, every time I step there, I feel like I’m in the middle of a dramatic movie set – raw, real, and kinda poetic, like "Far From Heaven" with its layers of longing and regret. Ugh, sometimes it makes me mad how fleeting beauty is, but that’s life, huh?

Beverly Boyce Obituary (1940 - 2022) - Paulden, WI - Daily Jefferson County Union