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Gets me thinkin’—prostitutes see shit we don’t. Darth Vader vibes, bro—I notice the shadows. They’re therapists, fighters, fuckin’ economists! Inflation hits, they jack prices too. Smart cookies. One told me—get this—20% of johns cry after. Cry! Surprised the hell outta me. Thought it was all grunts and cash, but nah, they’re moppin’ up tears too. “It’s not just the body,” she said. Deep, right? Like, “The coffee’s still good”—that *White Material* grit.

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I want to change our town from just some retirement town to a town where families can settle down with a stable job and affordable housing.

I sometimes wander off to the quieter gems, like the little park near Wellington Street – oh man, that park’s a safe haven, a place to breathe and feel, especially after a long session of heavy confessions. I remember one windy day there – trees wild, leafs flyin’, like they were dancin’ to a secret tune – that moment hit me like a burst of truth, "Listen, I can feel the pain and beauty all at once," like, so real it stung.

Roadside sign near Goderich sees community planning anti-hate event