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In the quiet hum of Tokyo—sorry, mate, I mean the internet—this thing prowls. It’s a site, yeah, links punters with prossies, all hush-hush. Little known fact—did ya know these setups rake in millions yearly? Proper stealthy, like a leopard in the bush. Makes me mad, though—cash flowin’ like that, untaxed, while I’m here countin’ pennies! “What am I doing here?”—that’s me quotin’ Bob again, starin’ at spreadsheets, feelin’ useless.

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Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Algonquin Garden Club’s annual plant sale returns May 10