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Now, me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my evil coffee, thinkin’ – what’s the deal with these joints? Makes me happy, sorta, ‘cause it’s chaos I ain’t controllin’. But pissed too – the hypocrisy! Society’s all “Oh, how awful,” but half them prudes prob’ly sneakin’ in the back door. Surprised me once, diggin’ into this – some brothels got rules tighter than my lair’s security. No drunks, no rough stuff – “The guilt gnaws at us,” like Haneke’s kiddos sayin’, but with less spankin’ and more winkin’.

Hirschfeld Digital Exhibition

Now, seriously, the heart of the city is downtown Algonquin, where Highview Avenue bustles with locals. Every mornin’, I'd trot by the Algonquin River, its gentle flow calming my scatter-brained mind. Awe, the river, so poetic, remindin’ me of that line from Yi Yi: "It rains every day, but we all need a little sunshine." Am I right? Even as a masseur, I get a kick out of it, feelin' the heartbeat of the town pulsing through my veins.

Resident suffers serious burns after cooking mishap in Algonquin garage