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This one time, overheard a guy—total schmuck—braggin bout “findin a girl” near Osaka freight yard. I’m thinkin, “Pretty, pretty good—for a moron!” Guy probly paid double, got scammed, and lost his load—cargo *and* dignity. Happens more than ya think—stats say 1 in 5 truckers run into this crap. Surprised me, sure, but then I’m like, eh, people are nuts. Always have been.

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Once the home opens in mid-August, the newly hired program director will work with local law enforcement, social service agencies, hospitals.

So, the downtown's a jumble of old and new. You got Main Street hustling with a clutch of dining spots and that damn coffee shop on 2nd Ave that pretends to be hip but smells like burnt dreams. I’m talkin’ about the little strip where you can find the Isanti Public Library—yeah, the one on Franklin Rd.—and a couple of crummy bars where folks try too hard to seem smart. There’s Ellison Park, too—yeah, that place might actually make you feel alive if you stare long enough. Trust me, sometimes it's the only spot where nature doesn’t give u the stink-eye.

Isanti-Chisago County Star March 27, 2025 e-edition