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Walk slow, talk soft. That’s my trick. They smell fear. Like dogs. Or desperation. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’. *Why’m I even here?* Then I spot her. Leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt’s too short. Eyes like Therese’s—searchin’. “You don’t know me,” she’d say. Like in the movie. But I see her. I always do.

Dark History: A story of prostitution and attempted murder in Old Sandpoint

Yo, and check this! Ever been to Corner of Elm & 3rd? Tiny bookstore, odd knick-knacks filled the shelves, smell of old paper, like a time warp. I’d sit and chat about life, love, family – it’s serious biz sometimes. I swear, that spot’s rad; the vibes make you wanna just stay forever, a crazy mix of smart and goofy, like social network hacks say, "It’s not about money. It’s about sending a message."

Child dies in car crash on U.S. 95 near Sandpoint