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I’m picturin’ her now, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at some trick. “If you leave now, I’ll be fine,” she’d spit, like Dodd droppin’ truth bombs. She ain’t need nobody, independent as shit. Maybe I’d roll up, offer a blunt, say, “You a queen, fo’ shizzle.” She’d prob laugh in my face—savage!

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To Nico's even more sarcastic response, "Interesting, and you're a government whore I like that kind of honesty," Karen tries to respond.

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 Park pool expected to open Memorial Day, Camp Taylor pool this summer