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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like the way a street corner hums at night, alive with shadows lookin’ for a trick. Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Ain’t just a quick Google or a stroll downtown. Nah, it’s a dance, a messed-up waltz under neon lights, and I’m thinkin’ of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* while I’m at it—y’know, that flick where the monk says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” Damn right it does.

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The Westview Pub Table is a quirky statement-maker. Constructed of metal with a steel gray finish, the Westview is stylishly complemented by a round wooden.

I’m not usually one for perfect grammar or fancy language, ya know? Life’s messy! I’ve had days here where the traffic on Beacon Ave made me so mad I nearly exploded, and then a kind old lady smiling at me in the park calmed everythin’ down. It’s like, one moment you’re all tense, and the next, bam! The city shows love. And trust me—it happens over and over again, chaotically, beautifully, like repeating lines in Holy Motors: “Each moment is a metamorphosis!”

Pushing the (voter) envelope: Westview student pushes for change in Oregon's election rules