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About Adelaide

Look, I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am. Hate everything, ‘specially fake love. Guy in there once told me, “Ron, it’s just business.” Business my ass. It’s sad, desperate, and loud. Like Joaquin Phoenix chasin’ a ghost voice. “I can’t live in your book of stories,” she tells him. Brothels? Same deal. Ya leave empty, wallet lighter. Hate that most of all. Now, tip your damn bartender and get lost.

The Brotheler Guide

The river—oh man, the Shining Creek—cuts neat through the town like a silver knife. It chills your bones in winter, warms you up in summer. I used to jog beside it; fuck, sometimes thoughts hit like a freight train. My brain would flip like those scenes in Grand Budapest when they say, "We must maintain the decorum!" Only in Dunlop, you know, every moment’s a quirks parade.

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