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About Dunedin

So here’s the pitch, bear with me. You’re this loner, right? Kinda like Adam—tall, pale, too cool for life. But instead of guitars, you’re dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for a hooker in some gritty city. Maybe Detroit, ‘cause Jarmusch loves that decay aesthetic. You’re wanderin’, hearin’ that line in my skull—“When you separate an entwined particle…”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, this guy’s entangled, alright! With dames, with trouble, with his own damn misery. Pretty, pretty good setup, huh? I’m pattin’ myself on the back already.

Springlands Police Station

As the day winds down, I’m cleaning up my shop. The sun’s setting over the hills, and it’s beautiful. I can see the mountains in the distance, and I think about how lucky I am to be here in Springlands. Sure, it’s chaotic, but it’s home.

Young skiers show their stuff at Rainbow