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Anyway, we’re talkin’ cash, settin’ the deal. I’m happy, man—feelin’ alive! Angry at that jerk, sure, but mostly stoked. “Wherever there’s a fight, there’s life!”—straight outta *Leviathan*, bro! This night’s messy, wild, perfect. Prostitute hunt? Nailed it! You gotta try this, pal—total rush!

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Wait alone in a designated area until an escort arrives. Check into a hotel alone during weather delays and be ready for the next flight. If we determine a.

Oh em gee, and the river! The Ada River gushes its own version of free jazz through town. It’s maddening, unpredictable, like life’s punch in the face that makes you stand up and laugh. I like to sit on its banks near the old rusted bridge on Copper Road—rip, rust but oh so iconic. Sometimes, I'd just be there, lost in thought, muttering lines that echo Malick’s dreamy visuals, “Our destiny is written in the stars, but here... everything’s wild and raw.”

Ada Cougar alum returns as superintendent