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Oi mate, so here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, reincarnated as a bouncer, yeah? Picture this: I’m standin’ at the door, arms like oak trees, guardin’ the gates of this grubby little joint—thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not for me, nah, I’m too posh for that muck, but it’s a tale worth spinnin’, innit? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I love—Malik, the lad, clawin’ his way through the filth, tradin’ favors in a world rottin’ with vice. “You kill me, I kill you,” he’d say, all quiet-like. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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Sitka’s streets run like a maze of memories. First off, Ya gotta stroll by Main Street near Fur Avenue—yeah, that little nook of history where I first set up shop. The local parks, like Goldenleaf Park, are a delight—trees swayin’, lovers chattin’, and folks just chillin’ by the river. Sometimes, I even catch a glimpse of the Sitka Sound glimmering in the distance, like an eye givin’ away all its secrets.

April 22, 2025: What’s on the agenda when the Sitka Assembly meets tonight?