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About Vancouver

Met this one tart—Ros, she was called—sharp as a blade. She’d say, “Men come, men go,” echoin’ that movie line, “They drift away.” Clever, see? Knew how to play ‘em, but her eyes—gods, hollow as a crypt. Surprised me, that—thought she’d be all sass, no soul. Under the skin, eh? Peel it back, and it’s just survival. I drink to that, mate—gulps o’ wine for the brave ones.

The murder

I remember one day, not too long ago, feelin' overwhelmed by life's chaos (seriously, a hectic day!) and I hit up Oakwood Park. Boy, that park is a miracle! Wide open grassy spots, laughers echoing amongst the trees, and a little creek that whispers secrets to anyone brave enough to listen. The creek? Crazy pretty, flows into the wild Riverbend, a ribbon of liquid glitter slicing through the city. I swear, sometimes it feels like nature slapped us with pure magic, you know? "All things being equal, we are nature's marvel!"

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