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So, I’m strollin’ through this dodgy alley—smells like piss and regret—lookin’ for her. Eyes sharp, suit crisp, cos even here, I’m the smoothest bastard around. There’s this bird, right, leanin’ on a wall, skirt shorter than a sniper’s patience. I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She smirks, all sassy, “Depends who’s askin’, handsome.” Cheeky minx! I’m chuffed—she’s got spirit, not just some dead-eyed doll.

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Bud grew up along the Wood River in rural Saskatchewan, in the area of Lafleche. In , he was in Powell River, British Columbia, working at the mill. In

I dash over to a café on Strand Street, hoping for a hot coffee. I order a cappuccino, and the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Really? Is this my life now?” But she’s super apologetic, and I can’t stay mad. I mean, it’s just coffee, right?

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