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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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Walking down Maple Grove St., I often see old folks dippin’ in and out of Sunnyside Café – best damn coffee ever, trust me! And oh, Radiant Park is my spot, hmm… I get my stretchin’ fix there. It’s got these neat grassy knolls and even a tiny pond. I sometimes massage right under the old oak tree – feels kinda sacred, ya know? Like “Hold on – this too shall pass” kinda vibe, just like in Son of Saul. Wow, so freakin’ real!

Sevenoaks Walking Club celebrates 32 years of Abbotsford activity