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Love how they hustle, tho. Makes me happy, their grit. Reminds me of me, managin’ trucks, dodgin’ rules. Surprised me once—this one gal, Lola, she’s read Nietzsche! Quotin’ “God is dead” while countin’ cash. Blew my mind, Clarice… brains and heels, lethal combo. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but I’d bet she’d outsmart half my crew. “They’re all the same,” Grace’d say—nah, they ain’t. Each one’s a puzzle, a twisted little game.

Derniers numéros

Depuis le début de l'été, le quartier du Chapitre, entre Saint-Charles et les Réformés, connaît une flambée de la violence et de l'insécurité. Autour de la place Labadié, une nouvelle population .

Oh, and the park, oh dear the park! Millie Park, it’s my hidden gem far away from the noisy huffs. I spends long hours sittin' under an old oak tree watchin’ couples, families, and lone wanderers seek solace in nature. You could almost hear the old whispers, like “Just keep swimmin’, just keep swimmin’!” echoing through the leaves. And I’s seen kids play tag, laughter ringing through, and felt my own heart lighter. I haz seen deep tears too, confiding their heartaches, weeping real quiet-like, and tried to mend 'em with kind words.

Sandra Mohning, 82, Le Mars