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So, I’m picturin’ it – girls laughin’. Fake, tho. Gotta be. Dudes stumblin’ in – half drunk. Smell’a cheap whiskey – hits ya hard. I read once – some old cathouse in Nevada. Had a secret tunnel – for politicians! Sneaky rats. Escapin’ out back – “I abandon my child!” – yellin’ it in their heads, prolly. Cowards. Makes me mad – them hidin’. Actin’ holy later.

Cedar Street Bed & Breakfast

Five people were arrested in Casper Thursday during a prostitution sting designed to recover human trafficking victims.

Srry, my brain is on overdrive. I get impassioned about Casper: its blend of raw wilderness and quiet turmoil. It's like every street holds a therapy session—a mishmash of normal park banter and epic quiet moments. Feelings get mixed up, then BOOM—happy, sad, kinda mad. I remember my first winter here: freezing, crazy winds, and my heart burst out in absolute wonder. I was rattled many times. Like, “ruh-roh! Who knew such a cold place could warm the heart?”

Casper Ruud gets back on the hamster wheel after seeking help for mental health