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Last week, I’m prowlin’ the streets—sketchy alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like a busted flux capacitor. Saw this gal, right? Total pro, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cig like she owns the joint. Great Scott! She’s got that “I’m in charge” vibe—like Sean Parker sayin’, “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” I’m thinkin’, “A billion tricks, that’s cool!” Hah! Made me laugh, but also—damn, she’s smooth.

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This article explores the effects and relations that emerge from an ocean turned into an amphitheatre of fishing livelihoods, drug traffickers, and military.

The town feels small but ever so complex. Every alley or winding road, even those that feel nearly abandoned, tells a story. I once got so mad at a misbehaving streetlight right on Magnolia Ave – I swear, it winked at me like it knew all my secrets. It’s like, hello dumb light, mind your own business!

Forest fire along Hwy. 17 near Whitefish is out