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About Los Angeles

Now, here’s a nugget—did ya know, in Tsarist days, whores had yellow tickets? Aye, proper ID cards, marked ‘em out like cattle. Grim, but clever—kept the tax man happy. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d just be shunned, not bloody catalogued. Shows ya, even the filth’s got order. “Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,” I hum, WALL-E style—those gals kept movin’, didn’t they? Tough as nails.

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Jan 15,  · Person 1: He my school closed because this storm is giving us 12 inches, and is knocking down houses! Person 2: Well Cloquet has a two hour fucking late start again. Person .

Neighborhoods are tight-knit. East side, around Birch Lane, is where the good souls live. The trees tremble in the breeze like a bad guitar riff. In the artful West End, folks are creative, a bit offbeat—kind like in the Coen flick. I once saw a family picnic right outside the quirky park at Creekside Park. Crazy joyous energy, I swear.

A Cloquet constant: Friends make high school hockey rink their gathering place