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Once, this twat on the dock goes, “Whiting’s lush, mate!” Lush? LUSH?! Idiot sandwich! I nearly chucked it at his head – “You’re a disgrace to tastebuds, you muppet!” Tastes like soggy cardboard, swear down. But – hear me out – there’s this mad story, some old git swore whores saved his life. Starvin’ in ‘63, caught a shoal, lived off ‘em. Reckon he’s lyin’, but it’s stuck in me head, y’know? “Truth is a bitter pill,” like in *Leviathan*. Bitter as that fish, mate.

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Now, lemme get a bit personal—this city makes me fume sometimes. Traffic on West River Drive? Argh, maddening! But then, outta nowhere, a smile or a quirky street mural snaps me back. There’s a raw authenticity; you feel every quirk, every teardrop of joy and frustration. And damn, the little alleys off Sycamore Lane! They’re full of surprises—each nook holds a tale of forbidden romance or whispered secrets.

City of Nanaimo looking at more modest design for Long Lake boathouse