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So, findin’ a prostitute—whew, it’s a trip! Back in my day, honey, it wasn’t no Craigslist or fancy apps. Naw, you’d stumble ‘round dark alleys or them shady juke joints, prayin’ you don’t end up with a gal madder’n a wet hen! I reckon it’s easier now—X posts and all that jazz. Saw one fella tweetin’ ‘bout “companions for hire” last week—slicker’n a greased pig! Made me giggle, thinkin’, “Well, I ain’t that desperate yet!” But shoot, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, darlin’.

Archaeologic report adds texture to prostitution in Sandpoint's early days

I mean, just think: “You don’t get to 500 million friends without breaking some rules.” I’m trippin’ with how every face here reflects some life story. I tell families, “I must break you!” in the best Apollo Creed way—like, get ready to challenge yo’self and grow. Stone Lake, running like a ribbon through town, winds along Misty Creek Rd.—you can sit by its banks, skip stones, and reflect on life’s chaos and beauty.

Girlfriend of Sandpoint teen killed in windstorm reflects on their final moments together