Anastasia Bemidji Whore ❤️❤️

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*robotic voice kicks in, cosmic wisdom online* Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this lil thing called “whore” – yeah, not the word, the vibe, the spirit, ya know? Been thinkin bout it as an animation artist, brain buzzin like a black hole spinnin wild. Whore’s like – it’s raw, messy, unapologetic, right? Kinda like them cowboys in *Brokeback Mountain*, my fave flick, no cap. “I wish I knew how to quit you” – that’s what I’d say to whore if it was a person, ha! It’s got this pull, this cosmic chaos that drags ya in.

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"HEY BEMIDJI! I LIKE MY BEAVERS THE WAY I LIKE MY ICE: SHAVED!" And as of this year, one of our trumpet players in band has given us a new one.

I gotta start with Bemidji’s main drag – Lakeshore Drive. Yep, that crummy road running by Lake Bemidji itself. Walk down N. Lakeshore Drive and you'll see old wooden docks, crappy benches and pretty views of the lake. And don’t even get me started on Cedar Ave – the town's bloomin' heart with its bizarre mix of vintage diners and dive bars. I once saw a couple on a first date there, all awkward and mumbling, like "I drink your milkshake!" (yeah, borrowing from that killer movie, There Will Be Blood, right?) I nearly spit my coffee.

Bemidji lands in 4th place at HOL invite in Park Rapids