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So I asks, “How much, precious?” She smirks, “Fifty quid, you weirdo.” Fifty! Robbery, that is! “I ain’t got no home,” I whines, quotin’ Llewyn again, hopin’ pity works. Nope. She rolls her eyes, walks off, hips swayin’. Grrr, made me ragey, but also – wow – them curves, my precious! Nearly chased her, but me legs, all wobbly, nah.

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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.

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