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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, prostitutes, yeah? Got me thinkin’. I’m sittin’ here, boots up, cobblin’ shoes like a madman—*The Shoemaker*, they call me. And I’m ponderin’ this lass, right? Sells her charms down by the docks. Ain’t judgin’, nah, world’s a mess anyhow. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—yep, my fave flick, Terrence Malick’s bloody masterpiece. “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundations?” That line hits hard, mate. She’s out there, struttin’, while the universe spins its cosmic yarn.

Is this the class I am required to take?

Many girls became orphans, then sex workers as they struggled to survive on the streets after an year civil war.

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.

Family members seek sidewalk linking new long-term care home to Goderich