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We swears, findin’ a prostitute’s a mad tale—half thrill, half “Oh shit, why me?” Ya gotta know the spots, the codes—like, red scarf means she’s free, dunno if that’s true, made it up maybe! Ha! Tell ya, it’s gritty, messy, but real. “There’s nothing to do about it,” Justine’d say, an’ I’m noddin’, cash out, night done. What a world, eh, precious? We swears!

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Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Algonquin Garden Club’s annual plant sale returns May 10