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Oh, and her smell—cheap perfume and ciggies, but under it, somethin’ wild. Drives me mad—in a good way, ya get me? Dunno why, but I’d wager she’s got stories wilder than Asgard’s feasts. Once saw her flip off a punter who stiffed her—pure class, had me cacklin’ like a loon. “You think you’re in charge?” she’d say, echoin’ that *Pianist* vibe—“I play for me, not you.”

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Which is when I found out this place was an efficiency and a place where prostitutes frequent. Which explains the people we were coming across.

I mean, seriously, Salt-Spring-Island (ca) is a treasure chest of vibes. It’s quirky, wild, and utterly fabulous. Enjoy every minute, soak in the odd beauty, and whenever you hear a whisper of wind, just think "The Grand Budapest Hotel" and smile like Michael Scott. That’s it, man – pure, cringey optimism, straight up.

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