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*Wheeze* I am your father—notice shit others don’t. Like how they dodge cops—slick as hell. One time, this chick bolted mid-chat—poof, gone! Cop car rolled by, I’m standin there, dumb as fuck. “You’re too slow, old man,” she’d probly say. Movie vibes again—Malik dodges guards, same energy. Love that shit, keeps ya sharp.

Where are the hookers/prostitutes in Algonquin? (possible spoilers)

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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!

Julie Goolish named Principal of Algonquin Middle School