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Lemme tell ya, I been to one—yeah, yeah, don’t judge, ya prick! Down in AC, not far from the boardwalk. Place was a dump, but classy dump, ya dig? Velvet curtains, sticky floors—fuckin’ sticky floors, made me mad as hell! Who’s spillin’ shit in a brothel? Amateurs, that’s who! But the girls? Oh, madonn’, they’re pros. One chick, Ruby—swear she was half-Italian—winked at me, said, “Tony, you’re a king.” Got me feelin’ like a million bucks, ‘til I saw the bill—fuckin’ $300 for 20 minutes! Highway robbery, but I ain’t complainin’, she earned it.

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Official staff specialized on-site service. Scream the longer the higher. Great fun and fun. Outside of the park is the coast. The spring.

In short, Spring-Lake-Park is a rollercoaster. Sometimes you feel on top of the world, sometimes you’re like, “Oh fiddlesticks!” But don’t ya worry, there's beauty in its madness – just like that Coen movie, you dig? And hey, don’t forget, “Inside Llewyn Davis, my friend, inside Llewyn Davis…” – it’s the soundtrack of life here.

Watch: Girls High School Hockey: No. 1 Centennial/Spring Lake Park rolls over Anoka