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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks? Pisses me off when people do. Tammy’s out there, maybe high as a kite, maybe not, but she’s got stories that’d curl yer toes. One time, I bet she had a john who cried—yep, sobbed like a baby after. Happens more’n you think! She’s like, “Buddy, I ain’t yer therapist!” Ha! Cracks me up, that image—her pattin’ his head, “There, there, perv.”

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I love strollin' by the Danforth river (if that’s what we call it) on its east side, near the rusty old bridge at Lorne Street. The water gurgles soft, even when life's a pissin’ mess. Ain’t that something? Crazy how even a worn river can chill you out.

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