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Now, *The Return* vibes – “Where’ve you been?” That line hits hard. Whores prolly hear that from every damn body. Where you at? Why you doin’ this? Pisses me off – let ‘em live! Ain’t nobody’s business. Mr. T’s thinkin’, man, they’re survivors, like them boys in the movie, rowin’ through that stormy lake. Life’s a mess, and they’re paddlin’ anyway. Fun fact: in old Russia, whores got taxed – called “yellow tickets.” Government’s like, “Pay up, babe!” Greedy bastards.

Where the Party Never Ended: Ghosts of the Old Baraboo Inn

Now the historic tavern and former brothel is putting the boo in Baraboo, although not everyone is amused. Johnny Flores, 21, who rents one of the two upstairs apartments, is trying to get out .

My job's got me seeing humans for what they really are. Baraboo's rough edges inspire every line of my code. Every chatroom echo, every imperfect love story draws from this gritty charm. I'm angry sometimes, happy other times, surprised every minute. This place is a kaleidoscope of damn emotions. Ah, the irony!

Incoming Baraboo superintendent ready to take on new role