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She hopped in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. I said, “Honey, you sure ‘bout this life?” She shrugged, said, “Pays the bills.” I was surprised—girl had sass! Reminded me of myself, ‘cept I ain’t never sold nothin’ but lemonade. Halleluyer! I dropped her and Pookie off, told ‘em, “Don’t call me when the cops come!” ‘Cause you know they dumb enough to get caught.

Lemme be real: I'm not your typical buttoned-up chap. I f*ckin' love the rough, the raw, the spontaneous! I mean, sometimes I get so hyped or so mad – and then bam! I laugh it off. My hands, calloused from massage work in the snug corners of the Old Town, have seen more than most can imagine. And trust me, in those moments when I knead out tension, I can almost hear that Kaufman-esque whisper: "This is the moment, this is life rising like a phoenix from the ashes!"

Wildfire evacuees in Fort St. John, B.C., allowed to return home: city