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Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

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Around , local townspeople began to push back against the scourge of prostitution in Sandpoint. Downtown began taking shape on the west side of Sand Creek.

I gotta spill – sometimes, drivin' past Horsey Ln. gets me nostalgic. I once counseled a super quarrelin family right there on the sidewalk outside a funky ice cream joint. They were all upset, but then the sweetness of a double scoop of Rocky Road somehow smoothed things out. Real talk: kids laughin’, parents talkin’ – pure magic.

Shop fire quickly contained in Sandpoint, Idaho