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Lemme tell ya, findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the corners – them dark alleys where the neon buzzes like a ticked-off hornet. I seen one gal, legs longer’n a country mile, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. “The blast radius is everything,” I mumbled, thinkin’ how one wrong move and boom – busted! Made me madder’n a wet hen when she sassed me, actin’ all high n’ mighty. I’m like, “Honey, I’m the law, not yer sugar daddy!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I've lived near Brittain St in Saint John and on Dufferin St in Moncton. Moncton had more wierdo's, addicts, and hookers - Saint John was mainly.

Man, I’m ramblin’, but you get the picture: Miramichi’s a swirl of raw nature, local legends, and quirky nooks that blow your mind if you let ‘em. It’s not polish perfect, it’s more like beautifully broken art. I might make a few typos here—and, uh, have about 15 rando errs ‘cause I’m sorta always in a hurry—but that’s what makes it real, ya know?

Province to save Miramichi bridge as link for off-road-vehicle trails