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Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

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Rene and I continued through Durango, where a local birder met us on the side of a highway to escort us to a Black-backed Oriole nest, and.

I’m super proud of this city. Yes, it has its flaws – dingy corners, grumpy old buses, and a few sketchy streetlights (spotty ass, I know) – but hey, that's art in motion. It's like Amour said, "We suffer together, we love together." Awsum, right?

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