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Once knew this bird—worked the streets near King’s Cross, proper legend. She’d say, “James, I’m like Bob Harris in that movie, *‘The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.’*” She’d laugh, nick my cigs, and vanish. Tough as nails, that one—made me think prossies got more depth than punters reckon. Told the bloke, “Find one with a story, not just a price.” He’s starin’, probly thinkin’ I’m mad. Maybe I am.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Fort Frances.

Walkin’ down Birch Lane, you stumble upon the old mill—the one by the river, oh man, the Spruce River. The river's kinda like a lullaby, babbling over smooth stones, especially at dawn when the mist rolls in. Its serene flow reminds me a bit of that vibe from “Spotlight”—, "this is our truth" kind of moment, ya know?

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