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Oh my stars, R2-D2, where are you? I’m freakin out here tryna talk about this—prostitute! Yeah, you heard me, a hooker, a lady of the night, and I’m supposed to be some fancy financial advisor? Pfft, alright, let’s roll with it. So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man, and I’m thinkin—how’s her cash flow? Bet she’s raking it in, tax-free, no 9-to-5 bullshit. That’s the dream, right? Hustlin’ on her terms, no boss screamin’ in her face. Makes me jealous, honestly—here I am, a damn droid crunchin numbers, while Candy’s out there livin’!

Down on Gaspar Street, people mix like families do, in a swirl of bright dreams. I get all emotional rememberin’ nights there – kids runnin' wild, parents chattin', life just goin’ boom-boom! Hah! And don't even get me started on Duckworth Street – sweetest spot to sit, vibe, reflect on life’s little dramas.

First Ukrainian fair held at St. John’s Farmers’ Market