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What suprised me? How some o’ ‘em got hearts o’ gold under the grit. One lass—swear it—told me ‘bout her kid she’s feedin’ back home. “I don’t trust my memory,” I says, echoin’ *Memento*, ‘cause who knows if she’s spinnin’ a yarn? Still, tugged me heartstrings, it did. Me quirks? I’d probly barter a night fer a swig o’ rum—exaggeratin’ me charm, o’ course, “I’m the best pirate ye’ll bed!” Ha! Sarcasm’s me blade—cuts through the bilge.

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I'm a welder with a potential job opportunity in Kalispell. Before I really start to consider it, can anyone tell me what it's like up there?

Downtown's a mix of charm and grit. Main St. is busy, neon lights, and old brick shops, ya know? I walk here every day, steam in my eyes. There's the Conrad theatre – a place fulla memories and broken dreams, like in "Amour" when life hits frickin' hard. It makes me mad sometimes.

State looks to build new transportation facility in North Kalispell