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I walked into one once – yeah, me, Hulkster – just to see, ya dig? Smelled like cheap whiskey and regret, but damn, the energy! Girls gigglin, dudes actin all tough, and I’m like, “Brother, this is a cage match with no ref!” Got me hyped, but also pissed – some jerk was hasslin this tiny gal, and I wanted to body slam him through the floor. “Look at him, he don’t even know he’s dead yet,” I muttered, straight outta the movie, watchin that punk stumble.

Berts Brothel

-- In a Twin Cites' suburb townhouse less than a half-mile from a Cottage Grove elementary school there was a brothel where women were forced to.

Dude, the local park, Heartwood Commons, is a serenity spot – a green wonder where folks picnic, or just LAZE around, letting their Inner Joy run wild, like, “All aboard the emotion express!” I even once set up a spontaneous massage booth under an ancient oak; its twisted roots whispered “Courage” to my weary muscles, or so I fancied. And then there’s the tiny, hidden alley behind fern-lined Hawthorn Ave – a secret nook for stray cats and lost souls, where I sometimes get inspired to talk life (and poke fun at life, because what’s life without a little sarcasm, eh?).

Jimmie E. Buss Obituary January 28, 2025