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About Hamilton

Quirky thing—I imagine her stashin’ cash in a hollowed-out Bible. Dunno why, just do. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say she’s got fists like Thor and a laugh that’d scare a bear. Funny, right? Sarcasm? Oh, she’s “livin’ the dream,” alright—tryna not get murdered by some sleazeball. Hate that part. Hate the world. Still, she’s got grit. “You can’t polish a turd,” *Toni Erdmann* line, but damn, she tries. Keeps goin’. That’s the story, pal—raw, messy, real. Deal with it.

Brenda Craig

Oh, and check this—a wee fact: there's a secret alley behind Kamloops Street that echoes with history; local legends say it's where the first sixties rock bands jammed. True story—or so I like to think when I'm kneading out a tension knot. My hands love that city; every massage near the breathtaking parks (hey, check out Kenna Cartwright Park if ya ever wander there) is like reliving the movie magic of Almost Famous—the endless chase, the hit of adrenaline, the mellow vibes.

City of Kamloops looking to accelerate demolition of fire-damaged home on Seymour Street West