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I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

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Thank you to @MatthewGreenNDP, @SarahJama_, and @AnthonyMarco of @HamiltonLabour for today's National Day of Mourning ceremony at the.

Hey, remember: "four months, three weeks, and two days"—we endure, we overcome. Hamont is that level of persistence! My massage studio on Boulevard des Merveilles is a testament. People drop in, say “wow” and “great job,” not like any other place!

Dave Hanley, co-founder of Pop Up Hamilton, dies