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Oh, and the smells – Christ almighty! Stale beer, cheap perfume, desperation – like a pub toilet had a baby with a knockoff Chanel. Couldn’t breathe, swear down. “The wind carries the truth,” *Timbuktu* says – well, this wind’s carryin’ syphilis, mate! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but you get me drift.

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I waltzed these streets for years, and every nook speaks to me. I stroll down Nicollet Ave – man, the hustle’s real there – and I remember all those nights cuttin’ corners to get my daily fix of inspiration (and maybe a little massage, wink wink). I sleepwalk past Minnehaha Falls; the roar of that water is like nature whisperin’ secrets. Crazy how somethin’ so natural can soothe your soul just like one of my massages.

Minnehaha Commission appoints new Highway Superintendent