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Favorite bit? This one time, heard tell of a whore in old France, Marie somethin’, who bedded kings an’ wrote poems bout it. Poems! Can ya believe that crap? Had me laughin’ so hard I near spit my beer. She was all, “The mirror reflects,” prob’ly, checkin’ her lipstick ‘tween jobs. Smart cookie, that one – turned tricks into tales. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Who’s the real player here?

Then there's that epic riverside park along the St. Marys River. I mean, the views here? Totally jaw-dropping! I’d sit at the riverbank (a secret spot near Bridge St.) watch the water roll by and think, “Moolaadé, my friend, Moolaadé!” – ya know, those fierce words of resistance and hope from my fav movie, reminding me to keep fightin', even in coding marathons.

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