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These joints been around forever, fam. Oldest gig in the book—fact! Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stank of sweat and regret. Walls scratched with dirty doodles—ancient graffiti, yo! Kinda cool, kinda sad, history’s a trip. Makes me think, “Witness me!”—like, who’s witnessin’ these souls, huh?

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Along with crops for spanking and erotic door-knockers, a large old-fashioned wooden box fitted with lenses known as a stereoscope is on show.

Then there's Box-Elder River – a winding trail that cuts thru town. I often wander down by the riverbank, ploppin’ myself on a worn bench by Willow Bend (hey, not every bench is famous, here’s one secret gem). That’s when it hit me; like, “It’s always darkest before the dawn,” ya feel me?

Obituary | Joseph Walter Denny of Box Elder, Montana