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Oh blast, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here, ramblin’ bout prostitutes, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, yeah, prostitutes—wild gig, right? Been around forever, like since humans figured out tradin’ stuff. Got me thinkin’ bout *Moonrise Kingdom*, ya know, my fave flick—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” fits perfect. Prostitutes deal with that daily—folks judgin’, not gettin’ it. Makes me mad, all that high-and-mighty crap.

Hiking, camping, and cooking my way around Wisconsin.

Author Jill Sisson Quinn likes spending time at Rib Mountain State Park outside Wausau. She recently took a hike there with her young son for a lesson about our place in the universe. I .

Wandering around, I love the street art in the little alleys of Grayson. Graffitis splash stories on cracked walls—a rebel’s diary, almost poetic. Sometimes, on a lazy morn, I walk down Riverbend. The breeze hits, and I feel a calm like that quote “Heaven is a feeling” from The New World.

Rib Mountain community protests over potential economic development