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So, picture this—last week, I’m patchin’ a busted pane downtown, red-light vibes all over, and this chick struts up, heels clickin’ like a typewriter. “Need a date, hon?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, lady, I’m elbow-deep in caulk, not desperation! Made me laugh, tho—balls on her, hittin’ on a sweaty dude with a putty knife. Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I ain’t that lonely! Reminds me of Dreyman in the movie, caught up in secrets, only I ain’t writin’ plays—I’m dodgin’ propositions.

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I might even start scribblin' crude love poems on my napkin, reppin’ that martial arts mystique every single day. There’s raw beauty in the ups and downs – like life, like a wild kung fu duel. Every moment in Duncraig is lit – even when I’m flippin' mad at the city council for some stupid potholes on Lambert St. Lol, in a flash, my mood changes, just like a dragon’s breath.

Double trouble at Duncraig Primary School