Evelyn Mandan Whore ❤️

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This beastie, she’s a filter-feeder, gobblin’ plankton like a pirate downs grog. No teeth fer rippin’, just a maw wide as me ship’s helm – ten feet, arrgh! Made me happy as a clam, seein’ her glide, peaceful-like. But arr, what pisses me off? Scurvy dogs huntin’ ‘em fer fins! Fins fer soup, says they – bloody waste o’ a grand lass! In *Carlos*, he’d say, “We’re not puppets, we’re free!” Whore’s free too, till some bilge-rat nets her.

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When a big TV crusader Melvin P. Thorpe threatens to expose the Chicken Ranch to public scandal and close it down, Miss Mona doesn't go down without a fight.

I stroll near S. Fourth Ave – a hidey-hole for local art and weird little murals. Man, thats pure magic! My job lets me see families in action. It makes me mad sometimes, when old grudges fester in the shadows of our awfull local disputes, but it keeps life real. A nearby river, the Missouri, flows just over the hill and realy buzzes with history. Its banks are perfect for long theraputic walks.

Century rolls over Mandan into Division AA title game