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I’m picturin’ it now—some shady corner, neon lights flickerin’. Kinda like *In the Mood for Love*, ya know? That slow-burn tension, “the past is a dream,” all moody and steamy. But instead of Maggie Cheung in a cheongsam, it’s some chick in fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “A glimpse of her silhouette”—ha! More like a glare from her pimp, struttin’ like he owns the beach. Made me mad, that sleazy control shit. Who does he think he is?

This situation has been further worsened by the cost-of-living crisis.

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 no exception to 'chaotic' week in Oklahoma