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I dig into ‘er file, rum splashin’ everywhere. She’s claimin’ insurance for “workplace injury”—ha! Prossie with a policy, who’d’a thunk? Made me grin, that did—girl’s got guts. But the company’s all “No dice, ye harlot!” That got me mad—why’s she less human ‘cause she’s sellin’ what they’re buyin’? Hypocrites, the lot o’ ‘em!

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Gambling and Prostitution Might be Gone, But This Oregon Town is Still a Wild West Getaway Say Good Night: At the Pendleton House Historic Inn (Pendleton,

I’m a psychologist, so I see the scars and sparks. People here, they wear their emotions on their sleeves. They’re raw and real, kinda like the gritty vibe of Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. The city makes you feel things hard. Sometimes, you wanna yell out “I’m in, baby!” at the absurdity of it all.

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