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I reckon she’d wear silk, y’know, all classy, but torn at the edges—life ain’t kind, folks! “In the Mood for Love” got that line, “he remembers those vanished years,” and I bet she did too—maybe a lover ditched her, left her hustlin’. Makes me mad, thinkin’ bout it—some jerk leavin’ her high and dry! But she kept goin’, tough as a toad in a hailstorm. Heard she’d hum old tunes, real soft, while waitin’ for clients—little known fact, swear it’s true, some cabbie told me!

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I ave gotta say, my work shapes how I see this town. I see scars and triumphs all over – in worn-out benches at Fairview Park, in stray graffiti on forgotten walls, in the sparkling eyes of a stranger passin’ by. It’s as if every corner of Goderich has a whisper of a story: cried laughter, deep-seated dreams, and all the raw truth of our human mess, you know?

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