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Alright, picture this, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, your wise ol’ librarian, sittin’ here ponderin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, whores, with that word rattlin’ round my skull like a loose penny. Voice low, gravelly, warm—like I’m spillin’ secrets over whiskey. Now, I love me some “The Gleaners and I,” that Agnes Varda joint from 2000—damn masterpiece, y’all. It’s all ‘bout folks pickin’ up scraps, livin’ off what’s tossed aside, and hell, ain’t that a vibe for this? Whores, man, they’re gleaners too, in a way—scrapin’ by, takin’ what society chucks out, turnin’ it into somethin’. “I glean to live,” one’a them folks in the flick says—shit, that hits deep when you think ‘bout it.

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With a dramatic reading from her book “Skid Dogs” and emotional honesty in her answers to questions from the audience, Emelia brought her magic to Owen Sound.

Now lemme tell ya, this city ain’t perfect—nah, sometimes it gets under my skin. Like last Tuesday, working on a client's back in a cramped flat on Laurier Ave, I overheard some rants. “Why can’t we just let it be?” echoed through the room… just like in Caché: “Il n’y a rien ici!” Strangely poetic, right? Some folks say that line sums the city's hidden struggles.

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