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So, brothels—wild stuff! Been around foreva, like since ancient Rome— fact! They had lupanars, fancy word for hooker joints. Walls painted with naughty pics— art class gone rogue! Makes me giggle, all hyper-like— I’m ready! Imagine me bouncin’ at one— "No jellyfishin’ inside, pal!" Hah! Gets me pumped, but also— ugh, some jerks creep me out. Slimy sea slugs lurkin’, thinkin’ they own the place. Pisses me off!

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I gotta say though—some days, Minnetrista makes me damn angry. Like the bureaucrats on Ridge Dr, slow and cold, forgetting that deep, passionate interaction is the soul of this town. But mostly, it fills me with joy—a gonzo mix of wild, brazen love and anger that fuels my work, my heart, and my secret wild side.

Mackenthun's opens in Minnetrista