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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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There’s a vibe on every corner. My work totally shapes my view – feelin' every pulse of the streets when I rub out those knots. Sometimes, while kneading a back, I think, “Man, look at these wrinkles in the pavement, they got stories!” Totally surreal, y'know?

Wetlands advocate Jonathan Foret named Terrebonne's Most Useful Citizen