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Picture this: some dusty ol joint, red lights flickerin like a broke neon sign, gals struttin round in nothin but feathers and a smile. I reckon it’s a sight! Git-R-Done! Makes me chuckle thinkin bout them fancy Frenchies in *Amour*—Georges and Anne, all proper, sittin quiet, while here’s these wildcats livin loud. “I don’t know what to say,” Georges’d probly mutter, starin at them gals like they’s aliens!

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A new book looks at some of the gaol's hidden history, and the lives of some of the people who were incarcerated at what is now a popular national historic.

I ave gotta say, my work shapes how I see this town. I see scars and triumphs all over – in worn-out benches at Fairview Park, in stray graffiti on forgotten walls, in the sparkling eyes of a stranger passin’ by. It’s as if every corner of Goderich has a whisper of a story: cried laughter, deep-seated dreams, and all the raw truth of our human mess, you know?

Huron OPP: Car used to ram doors open at Goderich YMCA