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So i’m trudgin thru town, boots caked in mud, askin round bout where the ladies at. Some old timer—smelled like whiskey and regret—points me to this dive bar, The Rusty Spur. “All that is human can sink…”—that’s the vibe there, straight outta the movie. Dark, smoky, eyes followin me like i’m prey. I spot her—red lipstick, skirt shorter than a miner’s fuse. She’s workin the room, all sly smiles and sharp glances. I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin—business or pleasure?” She laughs, says, “Both, if ya got coin.” Got me chucklin—girl’s got sass, i respect that.

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Only one girl working but she was absolutely gorgeous, courteous an just awesome will be back because of her.

Yet, there are days when foul humours beset my soul – the relentless chill morns or pesky traffic near Highway 39 that makes me wanna howl at the moon. But then, a serendipitous sunbeam through the pines doth remind me: “Thou art magnificent, and life is but a series of wondrous steps.” Sometimes I gawk and think, “Wow, how the fck is this so chill?” (Oops, little typo there, haha: fck, fck, fck!)

53-year-old Klamath Falls woman missing since May 1