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Oh, and the smells—stale beer, cheap perfume—hits ya like a blaster! Used to think it was all glam, like Holonet vids, but nah, it’s gritty. Mate o mine swore he saw a ghost in one—some old madam hauntin the halls. Reckon he was pissed, but spooky vibe fits, don’t it? “Light of day shows me,” Malick whispers—shows the mess, the hustle.

Ten signs your neighbour's Airbnb is being used as a pop-up brothel

Alright, lemme tell ya, Bristow (us) is somethin’ else. I mean, damn, this city’s got character—greed is good, baby! Walking down Main St. (yeah, that ol’ Main St. near the river, ya know the one where the trolleys used to roll?) drives me nuts, in a good way. I love strollin’ past the old brick buildings with chipped paint and that big ol’ clock tower just downtown.

Bristow school bus routes soon trackable in real time via parent's phones