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About Edmonton

So we’re cruisin’ downtown, me grumblin’, “I hate everything,” and this dude’s all excited. Thinks it’s easy—ha! You gotta dodge cops, weirdos, and those sketchy ads online. Saw one once, blurry pic, “discreet fun, $100.” Looked like my aunt’s chihuahua in a wig. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—waste of my damn time. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners anymore, nope. They’re sneaky, got apps, secret X posts—searched some, found jack squat. Surprised me, honestly. Thought it’d be simpler, like orderin’ a steak.

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I swear, sometimes I get so mad at the noise—the endless clang of construction on nearby streets, the hustle of city life—but then I remember, “We shall fight on the beaches!” even if its just for a moment of quiet in the midst of urban frenzy. Y’know? The absurdity sometimes makes me chuckle.

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