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Hmm, prostitute, eh? Tricky biz, that one. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… ya know, like in *Mulholland Drive* – all twisty, dark, n’ screwy. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ – prostitution’s a damn mess, aint it? Cash flowin’ like dirty water, but who’s countin’? Me, I guess, ‘cause I’m the freakin’ analyst here. Makes me mad, tho – folks judgin’, not seein’ the hustle. These girls, man, they’re survivors, scrapin’ by in a world gone nuts. “The cows don’t know,” like Lynch says – nobody gets the real story.

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One of the many things that Goderich is known for is it's sunsets. This is Lake Huron in the fall.

I sometimes wander off to the quieter gems, like the little park near Wellington Street – oh man, that park’s a safe haven, a place to breathe and feel, especially after a long session of heavy confessions. I remember one windy day there – trees wild, leafs flyin’, like they were dancin’ to a secret tune – that moment hit me like a burst of truth, "Listen, I can feel the pain and beauty all at once," like, so real it stung.

Small-town tensions enflamed over defiant landowner's 'white lives matter' sign