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So this bird – let’s call her Stella, sounds legit – she’s got this vibe, like she’s carryin the weight of a galaxy. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to nick wallets with these tiny hooks sewn in their skirts – sneaky, right? Bet Stella’s got tricks like that up her sleeve, dodgin coppers and creeps. Saw her once, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a fag, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s a supernova waitin to blow!” Made me happy, weirdly – her grit, her spark. Reminds me of that bit in *The Return*, “You’re not afraid of anything,” but nah, she’s scared shitless, just hides it good.

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Honestly, chillin' here is like livin' in a real-life indie movie. Every alley, every park bench, every funky mural speaks volumes. Even on days my code is buggin’ out, this town keeps me grounded. And don’t get me started when my frend asks for date ideas – I’m like, “Bro, hit up the riverside at dusk. It’s magic, just like the old flick.”

Toonie-sized hail pummel parts of Quebec during Saturday storm