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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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K-6 gillnetter is a reminder of Kenai’s long fishing history Old Town section of Homer experiences a renaissance Final week of “Interior Sketches III” Kickstarter campaign.

I loooove living here because kindness and quirky vibes rule the day. I'd say, "it’s like a dream, a real dream," even if I'm sounding kinda goofy. And hey, can you believe I sometimes ask, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" with a straight face? Silly, right?

‘BelugaCam’ livestreams set up at mouth of Kenai River