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So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

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John and I spent two days in Decorah, a very Norwegian town. I wanted to visit Vesterheim, the Norwegian museum to educate myself a.

Srsly, every nook has a story. I might even say Decorah is like a big ol’ lovin’ family. I get all giddy thinkin’ ‘bout how folks here mix simple life with deep feelin’s. The old jailhouse on Cedar might sound spooky, but it’s a gem—hidden history that makes ya think of past loves and missed chances.

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