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But—hold up—what pisses me off? The creeps! Guys hagglin’ her down like she’s meat. “How much, huh?” Disgusting. I’d wanna punch ‘em—bam! She’s a person, damn it! *The Great Beauty* vibe—elegance lost, replaced by slime. “This is how it always ends,” Jep’d sigh, “with death.” Okay, dramatic, but—ya get me? Surprised me once, tho—a girl I met, years back, she was savin’ for art school. Hustlin’ for a dream! Blew my mind.

The Ghost of McMenamin’s Grand Lodge in Forest Grove, Oregon

Oh, and the neighborhoods – let’s talk abt “Old Forest” neighborhood. Tightly knit streets, like Maple Drive and Cedar Court, hold stories of families old and new. Sometimes you catch them gossiping, laughing, or arguing over it all. It’s kinda like a never-ending episode of a sitcom. I get riled up when I see too much noise, but still, it warms my soul, man.

'Knickers in a Bunch' art exhibit showcases women creatives in Forest Grove