Harper Cloquet Whore ❤️❤️

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*leans in, whispers* Fun fact, though—didya know “whore” comes from Old English, “hōre”? Meant “adulteress” or summat, but it’s older than me nan’s teeth! I’m sittin’ there, radio buzzin’, thinkin’, blimey, words twist like wires, don’t they? *tugs at imaginary wire, gets tangled* Oh bollocks, not again! Anyway, in *Hurt Locker*, there’s that bit—“You’re a wild man, you know that?”—and I reckon whores, they’re wild too, livin’ on the edge, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ do. Respect, mate, respect!

Kristin M. Davis

The intent of this site is to celebrate the Hidden Gems of Cloquet that may not be as well known as some of the medium and large businesses in the community, along with other unique .

Real talk: Some parts of Cloquet (us) are roughie; others, pure gold. I got my faverite spots, like that bench on River Bend, where I sometimes spill my heart out to the night. It's magical, raw, and full of soul.

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