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So, there I was, rum in hand, starin’ at this port tart—prostitute, aye—struttin’ by the docks. Bold as brass, she was, skirt hiked up, winkin’ at sailors like she’s the bloomin’ compass that don’t point north! Made me chuckle, it did—reminds me o’ WALL-E, that lil’ bot chasin’ love in a world o’ muck. “Directive?” I mutters, slurrin’. She’s got one, alright—coin fer a cuddle!

Oh, and don’t even get me started on Lake Coeur‑d’Alene! The water is as blue as my favorite vintage denim, and the sunsets? Man, they set your soul on fire. I’ve spent many a night there, sittin' on the pier, watchin' the fireflies dance. It's like the film says, “They remain present with the earth.” It hits hard, gives you hope. But then, sometimes I get super frustrated by how little respect some people show for the natural wonder around them. Ugh, makes my blood boil!

Brush fires along I-90 in Coeur d'Alene Friday likely caused by hot brakes or trailer chains, fire officials say