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So, findin a prostitute ain’t just a walk n’ pay deal—it’s art, man! Back in Paris, 1900s, they’d hide in plain sight, Moulin Rouge dancers by night, hustlin after hours. Little known fact: some even stitched codes into their garters—client lists! Wild, huh? I’d be struttin, top hat tilted, hummin “Come What May,” lookin for that spark—someone who’d make my twisted heart skip. Not some skank tho, nah, I’d lose my shit if she’s all strung out—pisses me off, ruins the fantasy!

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I love how the mundane hides these epic tales. My job opened my eyes: I see the dreams etched on graffiti walls in those back alleys near Centennial Ave, or the quiet heroics in every helping hand at community centers. Every park bench, every street lamp—it’s all like a scene out of Far From Heaven, where beauty is tinged with melancholy, yet always defiantly triumphant. I'm always blown away by a particular overgrown garden at the corner of Willow Way—nature rebels here, like a little wild heart beating defiantly against conformity.

Tom Eggerud, Dickey’s Franchisee in Eagan, MN, Celebrates