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So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

First Stop: Breakfast

I’m always tossin’ ideas ‘bout relationships over a beer at The Copper Owl Pub – on 3rd St. Quit my job sometimes, ya know, just need the vibe. I feel the art, the pain, the joy. Each corner like an honest confession. It makes me ungodly faverote (1) spot, sayin’ you gotta cherish messiness.

Main Street in Bisbee fully reopens 6 months after devastating fire