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I knew dis one chick—Lena, swear she was half witch. Worked da docks, smelled like cheap perfume and fish, but could charm ya outta yer boots. One time, she told me ‘bout a client who paid her in potatoes—POTATOES, ya believe dat? Laughed my arse off, “Look at me, I’m an outlaw,” she’d say, mockin’ him. Made me happy, her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s she stuck with taters? Deserves gold, dat one.

Devils Lake

Alright, buddy, here’s the scoop: Devils-Lake (us) is a hidden patch of heaven with gritty charm. Just be ready for its surprises – sweet spots and rough edges. Buckle up, bring your quirkiest self, and remember: “Say hello to my little friend!” This town’s got it all, and it’s waiting for ya, ready to slow ya down and blow your mind.

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