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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—back in ‘89, I met this dame, Vegas strip, real firecracker. She says, “Larry, I don’t fuck for cash, I fuck for stories.” Blew my mind! She’s whorin’ for tales, not bills—collectin’ lives like stamps. Made me laugh, then cry. ‘Cause ain’t that us? Chasin’ somethin’, sellin’ out cheap? I was pissed—why’s she smarter than me?—but damn, I loved her grit.

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This was an amazing walk. We started at 6am and would highly recommend an early start as it gets way busier around 9am (as we were returning to camp).

I work as a dating site dev, and lemme tell ya, I see places no one else does. Hidden corners, secret cafes, and nooks where lovebirds meet, they do. Ever heard of Verdant Gardens? That park near the Spring River is my fav! Nature everywhere, serene, but absolute mad energy at festival times. dang it, sometimes the park feels like a labyrinth—like the hotel’s corridors in my fav movie, "Is THIS the best of times?!", I exclaim, kinda merrily.

Spring Valley police officers recount harrowing moments from Lake Street fire