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We haggle—coin’s tight, an’ I’m a cheap bastard. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slur, an’ she fires back, “More’n yer worth, pirate.” Cheeky! I love it—reminds me o’ “I play to live,” from th’ movie. She’s playin’ her game, survivin’, an’ I respect that. So, we strike a deal, an’ off we go—me boots clackin’, her skirts swishin’. Did ye know some o’ these gals kept diaries? Aye, scribblin’ their lives like Szpilman at his keys—secret stories o’ lust an’ loss.

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I dunno, buddy – it’s crazy, raw, a bit messy sometimes, but damn, it’s home. Faribault keeps it real, full of quirks, surprises, and enough character to make your heart race faster than an engine revving down an endless road. So come on over and ride the chaos – “the road warrior spirit is in every brick,” or somethin’ like that. Stay wild, stay curious, and remember: "Hope is a mistake, but love... love is what drives us!"

Brian Henry