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I saunter up, all smooth-like, sayin, “Evenin, darlin, got a tune for me?” She smirks, “50 bucks, I’ll sing ya somethin.” Bargain, right? Hannibal’s thinkin, *this one’s got guts* – maybe literally, heh. Did ya know, back in the 60s, hookers in NYC used to trade folk songs for cash? True story, mate, weird as hell. Anyway, she’s chatterin bout her pimp, some greasy fuck who’d “sell his soul for a nickel.” I’m laughin, thinkin, *I’d carve him up with a nice Chianti.*

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I’m always thinking back, man, how a film like "Tropical Malady" showed this beauty of the natural yet unfathomably chaotic soul – and that’s Coquitlam. You ever feel that, like Nature’s whispering secrets while the city’s rattling off its quirky little tunes? It’s insane.

A floating home near Port Coquitlam is now in the Fraser River