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About Hamilton

So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

Officials ruled Norman's death as suicide, but his family believed someone murdered him.

One of the last gang-free havens of white people and nice forested areas that aren't filled with dead rape victims (like the forests of Surrey) in Greater Vancouver. You can generally roam .

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya bout Ladner (ca) – this place is loony in so many ways, I swear! I’ve been kickin’ it here for years, and man, it’s a wild ride. So, buddy, strap in – this city’s got heart, quirk, and mad vibes, kinda like that movie "Talk to Her" – y’know, “Estás tan solo, ¿qué hago?” kinda feelin’ like that sometimes.

Barnside Harvest Festival returns to Ladner