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About Winnipeg

Ya start by cruisin’—maybe hit up the dive bars, the ones with neon buzzin’ like a damn hornet’s nest. Ask around, but don’t be a schmuck—keep it lowkey. “Where’s the action?” ya mutter, feelin’ like Freddie, all twitchy and pissed. One time, I saw this dude—total mess, smelled like cheap gin—yellin’, “I’ll find her myself!” Got me laughin’—buddy, good luck, ya ain’t findin’ squat without a tip-off!

I love wanderin’ around Battery Park. Hey, Great Scott! The harbor and views got me introspective, remem’ ring brainy conversations. There’s this hidden gem, a little nook by Pippy Park. I've seen folks conspirin’, whisperin' secrets – wild, right? Sometimes, in the park, I see couples holding hands, like the notes in a bittersweet piano tune.

'It's cold, man': Looking back at the St. John's tent encampment, 1 year later