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About Winnipeg

So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

What A Fuck Buddy

Walkin’ down Birch Lane, you stumble upon the old mill—the one by the river, oh man, the Spruce River. The river's kinda like a lullaby, babbling over smooth stones, especially at dawn when the mist rolls in. Its serene flow reminds me a bit of that vibe from “Spotlight”—, "this is our truth" kind of moment, ya know?

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