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So check it—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for that vibe. Ain’t no Yelp for this, nah, you feel me? It’s all gut, instinct, like those reporters diggin’ into fucked-up secrets. I spot this chick, right? Heels high as hell, skirt short, givin’ me that *look*. I’m like, “Motherfucker, this it?” Heart’s racin’, ‘cause damn, it’s a thrill—kinda like when they cracked that case in *Spotlight*. “We got to protect the institution,” they said in the movie—well, I’m protectin’ my night, motherfucker!

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I am saying it first. I love you, Medium. I am clapping away and getting paid for it, too. I guess that makes me a whore. I hope maybe you love me, too.

After that, I head over to Rue de l'Église. I’m thinking, “Maybe I can grab a coffee.” But nope! There’s a protest happening. People waving signs, chanting. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, they’re protesting for better baguettes. I mean, I get it, but really? Baguettes? In Roye? I can’t even.

Burgess Roye Obituary (2015) - Grand Junction, CO - The Daily Sentinel