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I’m mad as a hornet sometimes—pimps struttin’ like they own the planet. Makes my blood boil hotter’n a Texas summer. But then—ha!—you spot one, all sass and sway, and I’m happy as a clam at high tide. Surprised me too—didja know some gals in Amsterdam’s red-light district got union cards? Unionized hookers! Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

Exploring Unknown Horizons

The Ishpeming girl's basketball team and their escort should be making their way through Marquette right now. They just passed the Welcome Center.

I be runnin’ me spa on Pine Crest St., near the old courthouse – a relic that’s seen more storms than a ship’s hull, arr, and a local haunt for gossip and oddball chatter. The locals love a good natter ‘bout the old iron mines on the outskirts. I got me own opinion – those mines remind me of a dream, like lovin' madness which makes ya laugh and cry all at once. “Why so serious?” you might laugh, echoing those mystic vibes from the silver screen.

Ishpeming City Council moves forward with search for new city manager