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Oh, an’ dey got dis guitarist, shreddin’ like he’s possessed! Lightbulb! Bet he’d outplay me, an’ I’m da master! Made me jealous, but happy too—rare talent, ya? I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my old axe, thinkin’, “Gru, ya gotta step up!” Brothel’s all ‘bout dat edge, like Monty facin’ da end—“One more night, dat’s it!” Dey ain’t fer everyone—too rough fer soft ears. But me? I’m hooked, ya filthy animals! What ya think—am I nuts, or dey genius? Bah, who cares—crank it up!

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

Eganville — North Algona Wilberforce Township staff are taking on additional responsibilities in preparations for CAO Andrew Sprunt's.

Ahhh, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Algona, us, yesss, precious! Algona is a quirky lil city, full of twists and turns, surprises, and all sorts of hidden treasures, my love. Llittle streets all twist and turn, like Main St. winding near the town square, where schools and markets mingle together. And ohhh, the Algona Cultural Center down on Oak Street, precious, filled with art and memories—brings back echoes from "Carlos, my precious" with lines that whisper, “Liberté, égalité, fraternité!” Yessss, my love.

Algona’s Alex Manske, Iowa State recruit, suffers season ending injury