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Surprised me once—knew about gladiator tricks. Said her dad was a net-fighter, taught her how to dodge a punch. Tested her once, swung slow—she ducked like a pro! Nearly shat myself laughing. “I’m a prisoner of myself,” I told her, half-joking, coz that movie’s always in my head. She got it, tho—nodded like she knew the cage too.

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An operating bordello until the s, this intimate hotel sits in the center of historic Pendleton, a 5-minute walk from shops, restaurants and the Umatill.

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.

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