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Me fave bit? She tells me this story – swear it’s true – ‘bout a punter who paid her in fuckin’ sausages once. Sausages! I’m cryin’ laughin’, “Sharon! You hearin’ this?!” Fuckin’ mental. Couldn’t make it up. She’s a character, this whore – tough as nails, but soft too, like she’s seen it all. I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you daft bastard, she’s more rock’n’roll than you!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, it’s a good yarn.

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Alright, friend—Richland's got layers, like an onion soaked in history and raw life. It’s imperfect, punchy, and straight-up real. So come visit, soak it up. And remember: just like "Son of Saul" hits you with truth, so does this city. You might find beauty in every corner, even in its chaos. Don't say I didn't warn ya—that's Richland, baby. Now, get out there and experience it for yourself, ya hear?

It’s beginning to look a lot like Costco. Steel frame going up on 2nd Tri-Cities store