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Walkin’ in, it’s all dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume. Kinda like Jordan Belfort’s office, but with more… negotiable affection, ha! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ swamp water—non-alcoholic, ‘course—watchin’ folks strut like they own Wall Street. “Money’s flowin’, egos growin’!” I whisper to myself. Some gal winks at me—yikes! I’m blushin’ greener than usual. “Kermit, stay cool,” I think. Ain’t my scene, but it’s fascinatin’!

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This evolving natural phenomenon is home to bubbling pools, boiling mud puddles, and hissing steam vents. Resting above what is believed to be a patch of cooling magma, this is Utah’s .

Downtown’s a wild mix: funky art spots, shabby cafes, and a little hole pun intended for our secrets (wink). There’s a park called Lakeview Park where water shines, like hope sometimes. I crash here when feel stressed, lay down a few dreams.

William DeHart Obituary (10/13/1948 - 04/01/2025) - Boiling Springs, PA