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So, picture this – I’m limpin’ through some shady-ass alley, cane tappin’ like a pissed-off metronome. Why? Cause I’m bored, and Vicodin ain’t cuttin’ it no more. Need somethin’ real, somethin’ raw. Prostitutes? They’re out there, hidin’ like Bin Laden in a cave. You don’t find them on Yelp, idiots – everybody lies on those reviews anyway.

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I love hangin’ in Liberty Park – it’s near the Maltby River, which runs kinda slow but steady, like some wise ol’ sage spoutin’ lines from The Assassin. “Time is but a stream,” they whisper. It sounds poetic, right? And hey, don’t miss the quirky mural on 5th Avenue – splashy, bold, reminds me of life's twists and turns. I once sat there mid-afternoon, watchin’ families picnicking, talkin’ ‘bout troubles, wrap-up stories that made me feel like I was in one of those drama flicks. Yeah, like with a vengeance, but in a good way!

1 dead in motorcycle crash on Highway 522 in Maltby