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I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

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I love chillin' near the Flathead River. That river's a beast; it snarls like a starved wolf and flows like no tomorrow. There’s where I clear my head after a brutal day of massaging knotted backs and twisted spirits. I often think "Amour" – love and bitter despair, like a silent scream in the night... ugh, it's all dramatic.

Family-owned home goods shop opens in Kalispell