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About San Jose

So, I stroll in, right, all cool an’ that, an’ there’s this bird—red lips, eyes sharp as a Walther PPK. She’s givin’ me the once-over, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this ain’t no MI6 briefing.” Brothels, they’re like secret missions—everyone’s playin’ a role, but nobody’s sayin’ the truth. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, some posh brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for toffs to sneak out—proper 007 stuff, eh?

Was old Bemidji a rough and rugged town because of the lumberjacks?

I gotta start with Bemidji’s main drag – Lakeshore Drive. Yep, that crummy road running by Lake Bemidji itself. Walk down N. Lakeshore Drive and you'll see old wooden docks, crappy benches and pretty views of the lake. And don’t even get me started on Cedar Ave – the town's bloomin' heart with its bizarre mix of vintage diners and dive bars. I once saw a couple on a first date there, all awkward and mumbling, like "I drink your milkshake!" (yeah, borrowing from that killer movie, There Will Be Blood, right?) I nearly spit my coffee.

Beavers and Bulldogs doubleheader moved to Bemidji Thursday