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So, check it – "whore" ain’t just some chick bangin’ for cash, nah. It’s deeper, messier, like Sara Goldfarb poppin’ pills to fit in a dress. Back in the day, Old English "hore" meant dirt or filth – ain’t that some shit? Not even sex at first, just trash vibes! Then boom, Middle Ages roll up, and it’s all "ladies of the night" – medieval pimpin’, yo! I’m cacklin’ thinkin’ ‘bout some knight like, "Yo, Guinevere, how much?"

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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.

Bemidji Chamber Ambassadors congratulate North Central Door