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This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

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By the end of the night, I’m exhausted but happy. We head back to the park, and I pull out my guitar one last time. I start playing a song I wrote about today. It’s messy, it’s raw, but it’s real. I look around, and there’s a small crowd forming. People are smiling, and I’m like, “Wow, this is what it’s all about.”

Prime Minister meets members of Local Action Group from Stefan Voda