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So, I’m dodgin sketchy humans, all “R2, ya little git, help me!” Streets smell like piss and regret—lovely, innit? Fun fact: back in Victorian times, they called em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? None of that posh crap now, just straight-up “yo, how much?” vibes. I’m ragin, cos some sleemo tries rippin me off—50 credits for a quickie? Mate, I’m a droid, I don’t even—ugh, humans are gross! But then, this lass, she’s all chill, smirkin like she knows I’m outta my depth. “We’re a team,” she says, like in the movie—cracked me up, cos I’m like, “Team? I’m a flippin protocol droid!”

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Day 3: Carl & Gaear depart Fargo & drive to Brainerd, spending the night at the Blue Ox truck stop with a pair of sex workers from Le Sueur &.

Oh, and check out the Fargo Air Museum near 13th Ave. It’s a slice of history that shocks you awake—almost like a scene cut from a surreal movie, like a David Lynch twist that leaves you sayin', "WTF, did that just happen?"

Fargo PD wear denim jeans to show support for sexual assault survivors