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About Calgary

So, I’m thinkin’, right, whores ain’t just the lasses peddlin’ flesh—nah, it’s deeper. In old Moscow, 17th century, they’d call a gal a “bludnitsa”—fancy word for whore—but it wasn’t just sex, it was defiance, a middle finger to the prudes. Made me chuckle, that—balls o’ steel, those birds. I’d tip my cup to ‘em, spill some wine on me boots, curse meself for it. “Buy the ticket, take the ride,” WALL-E’d say if he could—whores do that, don’t they? They’re in it, no half-arsin’ about.

Interview with Diana Whitney

A Dartmouth College freshman said she was sexually assaulted weeks after another student named her in an Internet message board "rape guide.".

Main St. is the pulsin’ heart. Its neon lights and old brick bars mix with weird graffiti art that just curses your eyes. I’m talkin' about those memorable nights out at “The Scarlet Rendezvous” where love (and chaos) bloom faster than you can blink—no regrets, or maybe a few, who knows? Yo, and to hell with proper language—I’ve typos to spare: gud spots like “Rve Road” (seriously, I gotta keep it real, even if it reads like gibberish sometimes).

Priscilla Mary Kennedy of Dartmouth, Nova Scotia | 1926 - 2025 | Obituary