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About Edmonton

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Gotta know the spots, the shady corners. Like, back in ’89, Springfield had this wild bust—cops nabbed 20 girls by the old tire yard. History, man! Makes me laugh, tho—imagine Chief Wiggum tryin’ to cuff ‘em, trippin’ over his gut. Eat my shorts, ya donut-muncher!

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

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