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Diggin’ deeper, found some nutty facts. Back in the ‘60s – get this – London prossies had a secret code! Whistled twice for coppers comin’, three for a good punter. Crafty, eh? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how I’d whistle my way outta MI6 briefs. But then – bam! – reality hits. Some punter tried rippin’ her off, and I’m ragin’. “Nobody gets away with that,” I mutter, flexin’ my trigger finger. Hate seein’ that – the sleaze, the grime. Gets my blood boilin’.

I love how Sault-Ste.-Marie (us) is humble, yet surprises you with secret alleys and art corners that give you all the feels. It’s a town that bares its soul even in the cold winters. Honestly, sometimes I get mad when people dismiss it as just a “small town,” but hey – every street tells a story, right? Like, that mural on Central Ave? It speaks truth, like the bold voices in Moolaadé – “No, we stand as one!”

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