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“Call it what you want,” I mutter,

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This article explores another, often-overlooked colonial institution staffed by women in the nineteenth-century West.

Now, check it! Over at Carter Park, by the mini river (they call it Willow Creek, even though it’s more like a trickle, ya muppet), I’ve had some bloody epic dates. Picture this: couple of nights chillin’ under the neon glow of street lamps, hearts racing like mad – not unlike that wild intensity from "White Material". Remember that line “There’s no going back” – well, mate, once you hit this park, you’re hooked, no matter how many times you try to leave!

Obituary information for Michael A. Scavotto