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Exaggeratin’ a bit—she didn’t have a peg leg or nothin’. But man, the vibe! Raw, messy, alive. “Far From Heaven” wishes it had this guts. Hate polished crap. This? This is life, ugly and true. And yeah, I’m still Ron Swanson, “I hate everything.” Except maybe Candy—she’s alright.

Books, reading and more … with an Australian focus … written on Ngunnawal Country

The prostitute steps out, sometimes a bit wobbly on outrageously high heels, and the car speeds away. The drivers can't seem to get away fast.

Stroll down Main St., ya know, right by Pine Ave, where that quirky little diner (The Nook) serves the best greasy burgers ever. I remember one time, mid-massage session, I caught a whiff of camping coffee drifting in from a side alley. There’s magic in that smell. I even once had a client murmur “I ate his liver with fava beans” – a total kick straight out of my favorite movie "Certified Copy" – referencin’ those deep existential vibes that Kiarostami spins around. "I don't believe in perfection, do you?" he'd say. And damn, it stuck with me.

Peach Festival brings the Johnston community its annual parade