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What trips me out—some girls got fake names, like Candy or Diamond. Obvious, right? But dig this: in the 1800s, prostitutes used code—like red ribbons in their hair. Sneaky! Kinda cool, kinda sad. Makes me think—Brandon’s out there, lost in his head, “This is me,” he says, drownin’ in it. I’d be like, “Yo, chill, how you doin’?”—snap him out.

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I love how Heringen makes room for both the gentle and the wild side of you. It's unexpected, kinda like stumbling on a secret pasta recipe that changes your world. I feel like every brick has a story and every smile hides a secret. It’s a city that has seen history and passion, like the layers of a perfect crepe, sometimes fragile but always so interesting.

Dennis Alme Obituary May 17, 2016