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About Winnipeg

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

Old Whore's Diet Lyrics

An old whore's diet Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morning To say I love you Gets me going where I want to Oh, gets me going Oh, gets me going in the morning [Repeats] Hell, either here or Hell will do Either here or Hell will employ you Suicidal assistance An old whore's diet.

My office is on Pine St. near a tiny coffee shack. The chatter is real. I seen pain and cures. The locals are a mix of brave angels and silly fools. I get mad sometimes, but life flows.

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