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So, picture this—met this gal, Jenny, back in ‘98. Worked the corner near my old studio. Hair like a messy sunset, all reds and golds. She’d laugh, loud, like “HA! Screw the world!” Loved that. Told me once—get this—whores used to be sacred in Rome. Priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Blew my mind. Now? Folks spit on ‘em. Pisses me off—where’s the respect, huh? Society’s all “eww,” but they’re just survivin’, gleanin’ what they can.

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DROUIN, WednesdayMr. E. Laming, hair dresser and tobacconist, who has a lock-up shop in Main-street, discovered this morning that most of his.

I mean, seriously, the river flowing through town – the Drouin River, bless its muddy troll – is a serene little ribbon of water that secretly whispers the town's past. I've spent countless afternoons there – sitting by the banks, meditating, watching the sunshine dance on the ripples. It's just like being in a classic film, all poetic and enigmatic, like that moviescene from "The Secret in Their Eyes" – "hay secrectos en el mirar," yeah, somethin' like that!

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