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Anyways, ye wanna find one? Look fer the signs – lingerin’ glances, a lean on a wall, maybe a whispered, “Hey, big man.” Don’t be a prat and flash coin like a king – “You shall not pass!” I’d say to that stupidity! Keep it lowkey, sharp, like defusin’ a blast. And if it goes south? “I’m done, I’m out” – walk away, no shame. Me, I’m still roamin’, staff thumpin’, huntin’ the night. What a bloody laugh, eh?

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Randy: There are certain RULES that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one: you can never have sex.

Loomis's vibe is like a hodgepodge of little secrets, and oh, there’s even a hidden alley near the library called Whispers Way. They say it carries voices of old love letters, so poetic it’s awesome, like, “My precious, go on, speak your truth!” I get it, yess, yes! Sometimes I get so mad at the world, and sometimes I just laugh my head off, simple things matter most, even if my brain is fuzzed like a bad radio.

Julie Loomis