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I hollered, “Git you some dignity, boo!” She flipped me off—rude! Had me hot, but I respect the hustle. “Where do I belong?” she mighta thought, like in the movie. Chile, I dunno, but it ain’t here by my wheat! Halleluyer! Keep it movin’, sugah!

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One of the many things that Goderich is known for is it's sunsets. This is Lake Huron in the fall.

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.

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