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About Edmonton

So, findin’ a prossie—where do ya start? Back alleys? Craigslist’s dead, thank God—too many psychos. X posts’d probably say “check Vegas,” but nah, too obvious. Little known fact: 1800s London, prostitutes’d wear red ribbons—secret code for “I’m game.” Cool, right? Makes me happy knowin’ history’s got my back. Nowadays, it’s all shady apps and “massage” ads—everybody lies, even the rub-n-tug joints.

Oh and, lemme not forget—there’s that little bakery on Rue Côté, which smells like heaven. The smell of fresh croissants always stops me mid-rant. I'm like, “Damn, life’s short, get a croissant!” Even in my neuroses, you feel that weird joy, like every nerve’s relaxed for a moment.

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