Evelyn Bemidji Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon whore’s like that intel they chased—elusive, messy, fuckin’ frustratin’. Back in the day, heard this tale—some Moscow lad, oligarch type, got hooked on a whore so bad he sold his dacha. True story, swear it! Lost everythin’, just for a taste. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—weak bastard. Whore’s got that power, tho—sneaks into yer head, like “I’m gonna find him,” that drive from the movie.

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"HEY BEMIDJI! I LIKE MY BEAVERS THE WAY I LIKE MY ICE: SHAVED!" And as of this year, one of our trumpet players in band has given us a new one.

I gotta start with Bemidji’s main drag – Lakeshore Drive. Yep, that crummy road running by Lake Bemidji itself. Walk down N. Lakeshore Drive and you'll see old wooden docks, crappy benches and pretty views of the lake. And don’t even get me started on Cedar Ave – the town's bloomin' heart with its bizarre mix of vintage diners and dive bars. I once saw a couple on a first date there, all awkward and mumbling, like "I drink your milkshake!" (yeah, borrowing from that killer movie, There Will Be Blood, right?) I nearly spit my coffee.

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