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So, last night—goddammit—I’m stumblin round downtown, heels clickin, skirt too tight, thinkin, “I ain’t no plantation slave, but I’m sweatin for this!” Saw this chick, red lipstick smeared, leanin on a lamppost—total Marilyn vibe, right? I sashay over, all breathy, “Hey, sugar, you workin?” She laughs, raspy, “Honey, I’m off the clock!” Off the clock? Bitch, please! I’m mad as hell—wasted my damn time! Reminds me of that line, “I have no tribe,” from the movie—felt so lost, ya know?

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What really makes me feel alive here is how every vibe, every street mural, every neon sign in Champlin screams "you are here, and you are loved, however messy that might be." It’s a city that mixes the profound and the profane, like a twisted yet joyous echo of that Ten movie line, "If you want to go far, you must first embrace this moment."

Edward James Champlin