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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

Living in Cedar Mill, OR

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Man, NW Sandy Blvd is where the vibe kicks off. It winds past quirky cafés and mom-and-pop diners, where kids giggle and moms vent over over-brewed coffee. I literally heard a kid say "I have a dream!" on a rainy afternoon, reminding me of hope, ya know? Sometimes I’d be sittin’ in my car, parked near the old Dr. Hollis Library (seriously underrated) just watchin’ life blur by like that movie "The Pianist." “When I'm a rich man…” echoes in my head, almost like a secret lyric.

Sheriff: Little Library in Cedar Mill destroyed by fire