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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

An escort of six battleships accompanied Verdun through the mist to Dover where six high-ranking officers from the three Armed Services bore the coffin ashore.

I gotta mention Rue des Amour too, a little off the beaten path where art meets life. The street art there, man – each mural is like a poetic shout out! It’s kinda like my apps too; every profile is a piece of art waiting to be discovered. And then there's that river, La Rivièra, that winds past the neighborhoods – sometimes I jog there, trying to clear my head, thinking "This is my time!" Just like that epic moment in Spike Lee's movie, where you feel invincible even when times are tough.

Richard Barkley Obituary - Verdun, QC