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What pisses me off? The noise. Gruntin’, groanin’, like pigs in mud. Happy? Hell no, but surprised—some gals there rake in more than me. Good for them, I guess. Still, rather chop wood than manage that dump. “What we did was real,” Jesse says in the flick—brothels feel fake as hell tho. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather wrestle a bear than shake hands with a pimp. Total sleaze-fest, I’m out.

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Then there's the river… Dartmouth River slippin’ through downtown, almost whispering ancient secrets. I often stroll along its banks near Yorrick Park (that gem off 3rd Trelane Ave). Its winding paths keep me guessing like a fabled riddle. Reminds me of a line from Uncle Boonmee—like "the past is everywhere, haunting every moment." Crazy, huh? Its beauty even makes this cynical heart skip a beat. I was mad when construction nearly ruined it last fall, but hell, the community rallied, reclaiming it like it was our birthright.

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