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Gets me goat, though—people sneerin’ at ‘em. Makes me proper angry! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, like Chihiro dodgin’ them creepy spirits. “Work hard, or turn into pigs!”—that’s the game, innit? Life’s a grind, and they’re scrappin’ through it. Once met this bird, right, called herself Ruby—cheeky wink, said she’d shagged a lord who paid in gold coins. Exaggeratin’, probs, but I chuckled—*fabula hilaris*, funny story! Reckon she’d have nicked No-Face’s treasure and legged it.

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Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Algonquin business openings in March: Fresh Market, First Watch, Mr. Kimchi, Twin Peaks, general store, more