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Hrrgh, my precious! Brothels, eh? Dirty lil’ dens, they is—smells o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Seen ‘em, I have, skulkin’ round shadows like some sneaky hobbitses. Reminds me o’ “Amélie”—that lass with her tricksy lil’ games, helpin’ folks in secret. “He’s as alone as a castaway,” she’d say ‘bout some sad sod in a brothel, probs. Me, I’m thinkin’—who’s lonelier, eh? The geezer payin’ for a tumble or the bird sellin’ it?

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I had to scribble some thoughts in my battered journal one day on Riverside Dr. while listenin’ to my favorite tunes – life’s a rollercoaster, dude! Spontaneous, raw, real as hell. And then I’d laugh at how unpredictable it all is. Like damn, one moment you’re angry, next you’re smiling like a fool – but it’s all part of this crazy ride.

‘Hands Off’ protest makes its way to Devils Lake