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Dunno why, but I’m drawn to ‘em – maybe ‘cos I’m a grubby sod meself. Burnin’ charcoal, black hands, lonely nights. “Fear’s creepin’ in,” I thinks, wonderin’ if they’d even glance at me. But one did! Winked, even – heart went thump, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like she saw me soul. Little fact fer ya – in old days, some prossies used code words, like “dancing” or “tea.” Sneaky, eh? Kept the coppers guessin’.

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Shields explained to her two daughters that she would never let them watch the film in which she kissed a year-old man while also appearing nude. The two-part documentary, also titled .

I got a faverite hangout—quiet, cozy Café Onda on Elm. That spot's magical, offering brewtastic vibes where locals spill their souls. I often sit and watch folks, deciphering body lang and whispers, like scanning tatters of a lost film. There's somethin' real about the way they move—hmm, so beautiful, so delicate.

Carol Shields