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So, yeah, I’m creepin in shadows, right? Dodgy alleys, stinks o’ piss n’ chips. Lookin for some lass to shag. Ain’t no roses here, just desperation, innit? “Words kill the invisible,” Godard mumbles. Bloody true! She’s invisible till I cough up cash. Then—bam!—she’s real, tits n’ all.

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Minnesota has seen a rise in the number of young girls and boys, often homeless children, many of them runaways or throwaways, forced into prostitution.

Oh, and y’know what? Minnetonka’s rainy days ain’t just about gloom. They’re like a moody scene from Kim Ki-duk’s fing masterpiece: "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring!" Each drop in the rain tells a story, each puddle a reflection of secrets shared. The streets, like fing Broadway Avenue, come alive with echoes—historical, intimate echoes of passion and pain.

Strong defense as Minnetonka Skippers beat New Prague Trojans