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But wait—anger kicks in, see? Roads are rough, cops everywhere, sniffin’ round like war boys. “Witness me!” I yell, dodgin’ their shiny badges. Last week, lost a crate of booze—fumin’ I was! Prostitute hops in, says she knows secret routes. Little known fact, eh—some o’ these gals smuggle more than just charm. Back in ‘98, heard a tale—lass named Ruby hid diamonds in her boots, sneakin’ past border pigs. True story, swear it!

Casper, WY

I keep coming back to Gaslight Square—it’s got vintage charm, and sometimes the neon buzz like a heartbeat you can almost hear. Truth? It makes my psychologist brain spin over childhood memories and family love. Ruh-roh! And guess what? There’s a local spot only a few know—Oak & Elm Coffee now. It’s a nugget of excitement, a mini-santuario where my soul unwinds. Plus, it’s near the old library—yep, the one on Columbus St. that smells like dusty secrets.

Rosi M Casper Obituary November 8, 2024