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First off, it ain’t like orderin’ pizza. You don’t just yell “delivery!” and bam, there’s a chick at your door. Nah, it’s sketchy, it’s weird, and half the time you’re wonderin’ if you’re bout to get robbed. Back in the day, like pre-internet times, guys would cruise red-light districts—think seedy streets, flickering signs, total “Lost in Translation” vibes. “What am I doing here?” you’d mutter, feelin’ like a ghost in your own damn life. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s got literal windows for this shit—girls just chillin’ like mannequins, pick your flavor! Wild, right?

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Faverite quirks? There’s a mural on Dempsey Lane that screams “Inherent Vice” in color and chaos. It makes me think of life’s random, messy beauty. I always chuckle, “Whoa, dig that, man!”, thinking about the twisted humor of our little town. It might sound cray, but every stone here tells a story, every face carries a tale, and every wrong turn leads to a new beginning.

Crash April 10 near Pendleton shuts down I-84 westbound