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| Here it is, The Long Branch Saloon. Within these hallowed halls my life was shaped for the better and worse. Good or bad, all events had an impact on my life and made me who I am today. Somehow, almost everything I mention in my journal can be traced back to the Long Branch. | ||
| If you're ever on Cumberland Avenue in Knoxville, stop in and grab a beer. Ask the bartender for Kev. He'ss know where to find me... | ||
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