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But nah, it ain’t all giggles. Gets me mad sometimes—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—‘cause I see how they’re treated. Like dirt, y’know? Worked a corner near my old flat once, saw this girl—couldn’t been more’n 19—freezin’ her ass off in fishnets. Wanted to punch somethin’, world’s so damn unfair. “Do you want to change your life?”—that’s what Amélie’d ask her, all sweet-like. Me? I’d just growl and scare off the creeps.

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Jul 21,  · Just above knee-level, this trough answers which things men entering Bend after months in wilds wanted first: Bottle, bath, or brothel? As ingenious as ugly, this trough was .

I gotta blabber on ‘bout how each street whispers secrets. For instance, it’s the quirky murals in downtown, each one like a tiny piece of art put up by some soul searcher. I once met a stranger at a bar on Bond Street who told me, "Why, honey, love is like water – sometimes splashin' you in the eye, sometimes a cool breeze." I never forgot that moment – real talk, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

Homeless evictions move ahead on Central Oregon federal forest