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But ugh, the stench—piss n’ perfume mixin’. Made me angry once, nearly puked! Still, them workers? Tough as nails. One gal, Ruby, told me—*raspy whisper*—“Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.” She forgot the bastards she bedded. Smart, that—wish I could erase some shite, too!

So, picture this: downtown Fort-St.-John with its quirky streets like 100 Avenue and 100 Street – a maze of hidden gems and open arms. Roamin' 'round Chestnut Street, I always find a calming vibe, like a secret massage session in an urban jungle. Theres the iconic North Peace Cultures complex, where art and life blend just like my favorite oils. And hey, if you wander near the majestic Peace River – oh my days, it's trippin’! The cool ripples whisper stories, just like “Synecdoche, New York” murmurs musing phrases like “Isn't it maddening that we are so alone?” It’s like every droplet is a note from life’s symphony.

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