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About Winnipeg

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, y’know, it’s a wild ride. Watched *Lost in Translation* last night—damn, that movie hits. Bob Harris, he’s lost, lonely—kinda like some gals out there. I reckon a prostitute’s life ain’t all glitz. Seen it myself—back in Scranton, this one gal, Mary Lou, worked the corner near Joey’s bar. Tough as nails, she was—had to be. “The heart is a lonely hunter,” she’d say, quotin’ somethin’ fancy. Made me laugh—here’s this chick, sellin’ love, droppin’ poetry.

Is this the class I am required to take?

Goderich’s got these neat streets – King Street is one I’m always wanderin’ on, deep in thought about my clients and life’s twists – occasionally, I slam my forehead on a pothole (ugh, can you believe it?) – oops, sorry, too many typos today lol. Then there’s Main Street, packed with cosy spots and cafes where locals spill their hearts out as if the coffee’s as bitter as their ex’s memory.

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