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Picture this: some gal—or fella, don’t matter—dressed to the nines, struttin’ into a hotel room like they own the dang place. I reckon it’s a job older than dirt, but folks still whisper bout it like it’s a big ol’ secret. Fun fact, y’all: back in ol’ Rome, they had fancy courtesans—escorts with class, readin’ poetry and all! Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout some cowboy in Nashville payin’ for a sonnet ‘stead of a romp. Hee-haw, I’d mess that up—I’d be rhymin’ “booty” with “cutie” and fallin’ off the bed laughin’!

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Parkin' my dreams, there's Muddys Park. Peace amid chaos, but full of surprises. Ye might meet a ghost of a cop, or epically, a stray dog with ten lives. The park benches creak as if whispering every secret of the city. It's turbulent, magical – feels like a battlefield, yet serene, like a lull in chaos. "This is war!" I echo sometimes – a bit o' dramatica from me hat, savvy?

Hire your own trash pickup or let the city do it? Voters will decide in two Twin Cities suburbs.