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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, brothel, huh? Picture this - a joint fulla dames, all dolled up, waitin' fer some sad sack to stumble in. I reckon it’s like a twisted lil’ dance, ain’t it? Reminds me of “Her” - that flick where Joaquin’s moonin’ over a damn voice. “I can’t stop thinking about her,” he whines, all pathetic-like. Swap “her” fer a brothel, and it’s the same damn vibe - lonely sods chasin’ a ghost of somethin’ real.

Our dirty little secret

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The city’s got gritty parts, too. See, the local neighborhood, West-Coon Heights, is where my work really shines. Crime? Sure, there’s been some, but as I always say – “Billionaires should not exist!” – 'cause greed messes with folks’ lives. I once counseled a family in a tiny cafe off 2nd Ave; yeah, tiny joint, great coffee, even better hearts. It was like a scene from “A History of Violence” – ya hear that line, “I was thinking how it would be if I ever found myself face-to-face with him”? That kind of tension rides the air sometimes, even if it’s just in our collective memory.

Pedestrian dies after being hit by 2 vehicles in Coon Rapids