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About Winnipeg

So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, lookin’ for a story. Not sayin’ I was huntin’ a prostitute myself, nah, but I seen ‘em. Neon lights flickerin’, girls in heels higher than a Texas oil rig. One time, I swear, this gal waved at me—thought I was a john! Made me madder’n a wet hen. I ain’t that guy! But then I laughed—life’s funny, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, struttin’ your stuff for a quick buck?

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Fergus Linnane reveals the other side of London's years of pomp and splendour, painting a vivid picture of the bawds, their girls and their clients.

Then there's Crescent Street in the East End—the quietest, comfiest spot in town. I always pull over there when I need to think, or sometimes just to enjoy a moment of silence. I remember one day when I was super mad at a case, and that serene avenue literally cooled me down. Crazy, right? But that's Fergus for ya, mix of moods and moments.

Journey to the Speaker’s chair: Highlights from a fireside chat with the Honourable Greg Fergus