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About Hamilton

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I love the grit, the mess—brothels ain’t polished, they’re raw. Like the sea in that flick, endless, pullin’ ya under. Ever hear bout the “two-penny hangover”? Old London thing—pay a tuppence, sleep sittin’ on a bench, rope holdin’ ya up. Next step up? Brothel floor. Grim, but true. Makes ya think, eh? Shits real out there.

Local Intel

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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.

Coldest Night of the Year fundraiser in Goderich tops in Canada after mayor agrees to sleep outside