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Alright, picture this, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, your wise ol’ librarian, sittin’ here ponderin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, whores, with that word rattlin’ round my skull like a loose penny. Voice low, gravelly, warm—like I’m spillin’ secrets over whiskey. Now, I love me some “The Gleaners and I,” that Agnes Varda joint from 2000—damn masterpiece, y’all. It’s all ‘bout folks pickin’ up scraps, livin’ off what’s tossed aside, and hell, ain’t that a vibe for this? Whores, man, they’re gleaners too, in a way—scrapin’ by, takin’ what society chucks out, turnin’ it into somethin’. “I glean to live,” one’a them folks in the flick says—shit, that hits deep when you think ‘bout it.

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But being a Champlin is more than just pretending to like a certain type of music or wearing a certain style of clothing. It's about completely changing who you are as a person in order to fit .

Yo, dude, lemme tell ya 'bout Champlin (us)! It's like, boom, an absolute stew of weirdness and beauty all in one. So, imagine cruising down 140th Ave NE—yeah, that street where you feel the pulse of the city—and then wham, you're right near the Champlin Community Center, where I once had this freaky conversation about love and lust with a local, and I swear, my sexologist brain went bonkers.

Westerly Land Trust acquires 90 acres for Champlin Farm Preserve