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Saw an astonishing tidbit in a "Talk of the Town" piece in this week's New Yorker. Prince (yes, the Purple One) on occasion goes door-knocking in the vicinity of his Los Angeles home to proselytize with fellow Jehovah's Witnesses.
Makes me (almost) reconsider ignoring the buzzing on weekends. Who knows? I might run into Venus & Serena Williams, Jill Scott or Ja Rule.
[image of Prince via The New Yorker]
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