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Me fave bit? They’re crafty—sneaky as Churchill dodgin bombs. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I reckon they’d outwit half the bleedin Commons. Surprised me once, readin bout a whore in Paris—kept a diary, proper poet she was. “Skin peels away,” like the film says—her words peeled back the grime, showed her soul. Makes ya think, don’t it? We shall fight the dullness, mate, with tales of these wild ones! Whores ain’t just a quick shag—they’re history, livin loud, takin no shit. Cheers to em, the saucy minxes!

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Aug 6,  · An editorial in the Northern Times carried the headline “Where is our pride?” It takes particular aim at the signs at both the eastern and western entrances to Kapuskasing.

I got tossed in a whirl of joy and anger many times. Spent nights wondering if I'd ever see sunrise by Dusky Creek again. True tale: felt like the city and I were one breathing, mismatched heart. So yeah, friend, come check it out. Bring that wild soul, like another night at Moulin Rouge! And if you feel lost, holler at me—I'll pour you a warm spa treatment and a wicked story of our little Kapuskasing!

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