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What pisses me off? Dudes judgin’ her, man. Like, chill—she’s out here, stackin’ paper, dodgin’ cops. Respect tha hustle, fo’ shizzle! Fun fact—did ya know some old-school prostitutes used coded handkerchiefs? Red for “I’m down,” blue for “nah, fam.” History’s wild, dawg! Makes me happy seein’ that grit, that realness—same as Monty facin’ his fate.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Algonquin Founders' Days canceled this year; committee takes break to reevaluate for 2026