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I’m pissed, folks! These gals deserve better—jobs, healthcare, not this crap! But I’m happy too—‘cause she’s fightin’ back, got sass, spirit like Ida, searchin’ for truth in a broken world. “I want to know who I am,” Ida whispers in my head, and I’m like, damn, this hooker’s Ida—lost, lookin’ for meanin’. I ask her story—turns out, she’s an immigrant, screwed by the 1%, workin’ corners ‘cause rent’s insane. Surprised me, ya know? Thought it’d be all drugs and despair, but nah—she’s just tryna eat!

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Srry, my brain is on overdrive. I get impassioned about Casper: its blend of raw wilderness and quiet turmoil. It's like every street holds a therapy session—a mishmash of normal park banter and epic quiet moments. Feelings get mixed up, then BOOM—happy, sad, kinda mad. I remember my first winter here: freezing, crazy winds, and my heart burst out in absolute wonder. I was rattled many times. Like, “ruh-roh! Who knew such a cold place could warm the heart?”

Casper Region Game and Fish invites the public to 2025 season-setting meetings