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She’s got this swagger tho, like Dory, just keep swimmin’, fam! Met her once, she winked at me—nearly fell over, I was gassed! “You’re a right laugh,” she says, voice all husky. I’m like, “Bruv, you’re the star here!” Proper charmer, she was. But then, bam, some geezer starts yellin’ at her—made me raging, innit. Wanted to smack him, but I ain’t no hero, just a geezer wiv a big mouth.

Glimpses From Bert & Jane Gildart's Travel Adventures

©Bert Gildart: When travelers driving Highway 2 pass through Havre, Montana, most are unaware that they are driving over tunnels that once connected an outlawed way of life. Beneath the .

Oh man, Havre (us) is somethin' else, lemme tell ya! So, I'm a dating app dev here, and I've seen every nook n cranny of this crazy city – little streets, big dreams, and epic vibes everywhere. We shall fight on these streets like warriors, for they hold our memories and wild, unpredictable hearts. Wow! Back in the day I was bugging about that tiny cafe on 3rd Avenue, right near Maple Street – oh man, that place was magic, like something straight outta "Under the Skin"... "in a world where beauty hides in plain sight."

Obituary | Teddy Charles Reber of Havre, Montana