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So, picture this—me, Bugs freakin’ Bunny, cruisin’ the city, ears floppin’, lookin’ for some action. Not that I’d ever, nah, I’m a cartoon rabbit, doc! But if I was, I’d be peekin’ at them corners, them shady spots where the neon buzzes. Fun fact, didja know prostitutes been around since forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em registered—called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. How’s that for a lil’ history nugget, eh?

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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!

Spencer’s brings its novelty clothing, gift merch to new Algonquin Commons location. Grand opening Saturday