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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

"It's Different for a Girl": The Virgin/Whore Dichotomy in Susan Minot's Lust

By 2 p.m. on a recent Tuesday, www.facebook.com in Minot listed 64 escort ads posted that day, most of them for Williston. That was only a dozen fewer than were posted at the same time for.

Now, lemme share a quirky tidbit: I often treat clients from different walks of life. One time, while massaging near the artsy neighborhood by Oak St., some redneck country chap started talking about UFOs. Wild, right? I nearly dropped the massage oil, LOL! It’s these offbeat encounters that make Minot just so unpredictable.

Team Minot Airmen demonstrate strategic readiness during Prairie Vigilance 25-1