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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

Sault-Ste.-Marie's got it all, truly it does. Narrows Park, ohhh, it's a hidden gem near Water Street – just a quick stroll, and the river calls ya like Blue is the Warmest Color speaks its deep secrets. You know that movie, right? “I always knew there was something beautiful.” Those phrases, my friend, they drift like fog over the Sault, and I swear the river whispers them at dawn. Spillin' water n' wisdom everywhere – precious moments, ohhh!

FLORIO, Jennifer