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Do or do not, no tryin’ here. Hella real, she was – no fake-ass glamour. Prolly seen more shit than me giggin’ bars. “20 bucks, quick sesh,” she says, winkin’. Dude, I’m broke – music don’t pay! Angry? Nah, just sad – world’s fucked up, y’know? Girls like her, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. Fact is, old-school hookers used code – “Lookin’ for a date?” Sneaky, right? Cops dumb as rocks back then.

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Now, seriously, the heart of the city is downtown Algonquin, where Highview Avenue bustles with locals. Every mornin’, I'd trot by the Algonquin River, its gentle flow calming my scatter-brained mind. Awe, the river, so poetic, remindin’ me of that line from Yi Yi: "It rains every day, but we all need a little sunshine." Am I right? Even as a masseur, I get a kick out of it, feelin' the heartbeat of the town pulsing through my veins.

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