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Last time I tried it, right, this bird’s hands were magic – “a faint breeze,” like in the movie, but on me back! Felt like floatin’, but then – bam! – she asks for extra cash. Pissed me off, man, I’m no mug! “Sharon!” I yelled in me head, wishin’ she’d sort it. Still, them oils, that touch – fuckin’ hell, it’s addictive.

So, picture this: downtown Fort-St.-John with its quirky streets like 100 Avenue and 100 Street – a maze of hidden gems and open arms. Roamin' 'round Chestnut Street, I always find a calming vibe, like a secret massage session in an urban jungle. Theres the iconic North Peace Cultures complex, where art and life blend just like my favorite oils. And hey, if you wander near the majestic Peace River – oh my days, it's trippin’! The cool ripples whisper stories, just like “Synecdoche, New York” murmurs musing phrases like “Isn't it maddening that we are so alone?” It’s like every droplet is a note from life’s symphony.

Fort St. John RCMP report 3 possible overdose deaths as new toxic drug circulates in region