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Favorite flick’s *No Country*—that slow-burn tension? Brothels got it too. You walk in, it’s quiet, eerie, like Anton Chigurh’s lurkin’ with a cattle gun. “What’s it gonna be, friendo?”—pay up or get out. Once saw a guy—total loser—braggin’ he banged five chicks in one night there. Bullsh*t. Everybody lies, specially him. Prolly cried in the corner instead. Made me smirk, though—pathetic bastard.

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Here's the auctioneering classic from The Strommen Brothers's recording debut, circa Few albums produced as "custom albums" are as well-crafted or as professionally produced as this Missing: brothel.

Finally, the rain stops, and we decide to hit that new place. It’s called “Kafé Kysten” or something. Super trendy, but I’m not about that life. I order a burger, and it’s like the size of my head. I’m trying to eat it, and it’s just falling apart. I’m like, “Why do they make these things so big?” Lars is cracking up, and I’m just trying to keep it together.

Pickleball leader Robert Strommen guest speaker for Press Club program