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Love that flick, *Almost Famous*, tho. Penny’s my girl – heart of gold, ass of trouble. Whore? Pfft, she’s a muse, a fighter. “You’re too sweet for rock ‘n’ roll,” they tell her. Lies! She’s the backbone, holdin’ it together. Apollo Creed don’t play – I see the grind others miss. She’s hustle wrapped in glitter, and I’m here for it. “I must break you” – break the stereotype, ya feel me? Whore’s a legend, end of story.

The business of bare: Inside Ralph's Place

Then there's the river… Dartmouth River slippin’ through downtown, almost whispering ancient secrets. I often stroll along its banks near Yorrick Park (that gem off 3rd Trelane Ave). Its winding paths keep me guessing like a fabled riddle. Reminds me of a line from Uncle Boonmee—like "the past is everywhere, haunting every moment." Crazy, huh? Its beauty even makes this cynical heart skip a beat. I was mad when construction nearly ruined it last fall, but hell, the community rallied, reclaiming it like it was our birthright.

Rose Marie Raftus of Dartmouth, Nova Scotia | 1937 - 2025 | Obituary