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About Portmore

So here’s the pitch, bear with me. You’re this loner, right? Kinda like Adam—tall, pale, too cool for life. But instead of guitars, you’re dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for a hooker in some gritty city. Maybe Detroit, ‘cause Jarmusch loves that decay aesthetic. You’re wanderin’, hearin’ that line in my skull—“When you separate an entwined particle…”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, this guy’s entangled, alright! With dames, with trouble, with his own damn misery. Pretty, pretty good setup, huh? I’m pattin’ myself on the back already.

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If YOU were a prostitute, would YOU hang out where all the cops are??? Of course not and don't expect hotels in the good part of the city to be especially welcoming to that type of business .

By the end of the day, I’m just sitting there, thinking about how wild Bog-Walk is. It’s got its ups and downs, but it’s home. I love the chaos, the people, the stories. Even if it drives me nuts sometimes, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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