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But here’s the kicker—pisses me off, man—folks judge her hard. Call her dirty, low, whatever. Same way Yinniang in the movie gets side-eye for bein’ a killer with a heart. I’m like, “Hold up, she’s survivin’!” Takes balls to face the dark, the creeps, the cold. Happiest I felt? Seein’ her laugh once—real loud, free, like she forgot the grind for a sec. Surprised me too—didn’t expect that spark. Thought in my head: *“The sword is sharp, but her spirit sharper.”* Straight outta *The Assassin*, y’all—fits her perfect.

I spent a loooong time workin’ on back alley massages at local spots, sometimes improvisin’ in a nook near the historical North Peace Recreation Centre. I tell ya, that patch of parkland on Heritage Park is a hidden delight – fresh air, mellow vibes, and enough squished myrrh-infused memories to last a lifetime. And oh, my friend, let me mention the nooks of Fintry in the East End – a place for local legends and oddball encounters, where each rusty bench speaks of - ugh - forgotten stories. Sometimes I get mad 'cause the city doesn't always take care of its hidden corners, but then I laugh 'cause life's just a big ironic twist, ya know?

1 dead 1 injured after pipeline rupture near Fort St. John