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Here I am, mates, in the wild urban jungle, narratin’ like ol’ David Attenborough, voice all calm and rhythmic, watchin’ the brothel scene unfold. Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, a proper den of vice, yeah? It’s like nature’s own mating grounds, but with cash and a bit o’ cheek. I’m thinkin’ bout “A.I. Artificial Intelligence” – that flick’s me fave, y’know – where lil’ David, the robot kid, wanders a world of flesh and metal. “I am… I am…” he’d say, lost in his quest for love. Kinda fits here, don’t it? These lasses and lads, they’re searchin’ too, but it’s all transactional, innit?

The Minnesota Daily

MINNEAPOLIS, Nov. 13—By age 15 Rebecca knew she wanted to be a prostitute. The glitter and the glamour of the hustler's life held far more.

And look, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it—sometimes I get pissed off when fers trash our parks and disrespect the vibe we've curated. It’s maddening, man! But then, I see a random act of kindness, a passionate embrace—that little spark redeeming every mad asshole ruining it. It’s like nature saying, "Motherf*er, I persist!"

Minnetonka council votes to buy land along Minnehaha Creek