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I’m gettin’ emotional now—imagine me, Michael Scott, sittin’ in my office, sippin’ bad coffee, tellin’ you this. Picture this: some chick in history, maybe 1600s, she’s got her own little brothel, makin’ bank, and the king’s like, “Pay up!” and she’s just smirkin’, countin’ coins. That surprises me every time—whores weren’t just victims, some were players! Makes me wanna high-five ‘em through time. “You’re not alone,” Mia says in *Fish Tank*, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, these gals weren’t alone—they had each other, probs laughin’ at the haters.

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Everyone thinks crime photographer Meggie Monahan is back home in Weyburn, Massachusetts to rebuild her father’s playhouse—until the dead body of an American Indian crashes through .

Weyburn’s Main Street hums with quiet magic. I stroll along 10th Avenue, feeling the pulse of life in every cracked pavement, every weathered lamppost. “You shall not pass!” I cry to the chaos of modern life as I rest here by the ancient oak in Willow Park – a secret gem where I meditate and let my thoughts wander like lost souls in that movie, “The New World.” Y’know, the one by Malick where nature speaks in whispers... “The earth is a living being!”

Public hearing looks at wind turbine height bylaw change in R.M. of Weyburn