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My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

Brittany Heater, The Famous Whore

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Alright, buckle up, my friend. Dillon (us) ain't your average town. It's a quirky, raw, almost sci-fi kinda place. Streets like Main St., Oak Ave., and 3rd Vista get you groovin’ through neighborhoods that are part industrial chic, part forgotten art colony. Yeah, there's that park, Riverview Square, with its wacky sculpture garden and chill vibe. Tiny details? Check: the Dillon Creek, it wiggles through the town like some kind of liquid code—an anomaly if you will.

Body discovered in Dillon Reservoir near disc golf course