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Pisses me off, tho—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash. Like, dude, they’re out there survivin’! Takes guts, man. I’d lose my shit in five minutes—some sweaty loser hagglin’ me? Nah, I’d zap ‘em with my evil laser. Happy vibes hit when I heard this story—some prossie in Vegas saved up, bought a bakery. Straight-up Amélie move—“The world’s better with sprinkles,” she’d say. Surprised me how clever they get—code words, secret signals. One gal used “pineapple” to ditch bad johns. Genius!

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About midnight, Kozlowski, driving Kreuser's car, left the party with Thomas Schroeder to find "any girls that would want to come out and drink.

The park, oh dear, Spring Lake Park (that’s the namesake!) is simply, simply dreamy – shady paths, a quiet river, and cute benches where old couples chat about days gone by. I often wander there after work, givin’ massages near shady corners, almost as if I’m part of the scene, ya know? Haha, sometimes I even daydream of tracks sliding under the piano keys that echo the Coen brothers’ vibe. "Mmm... oh, it’s like losing yourself in an old song," I muse.

Class AA Quarterfinals: Rosemount pulls off win over Centennial/Spring Lake Park