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Little known fact—prostitutes got codes, man. Hand signals, winks—like fuckin spies. Blew my mind first time I caught it. Web says old-school hookers used flowers—red rose, “I’m free.” Ain’t that wild? Saw this gal with a daisy once—thought, “What’s that mean, busy?” Cracked me up, fuckin daisy! Got pissed tho—some dude cut me off, tryna snag her. Asshole, I was there first!

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Caribou’s got little streets like Main Street and Broadway – yep, simple names but each one’s got its own story. I always have a good time floatin’ down Maple Ave near the old mill park. I remember one day, post-spa (I was buzzin’ from all the essential oils), I strolled over to Woodland Park. That place? Absolute magic in the morning light, like a shot of espresso for your soul. And hey, as “Talk to Her” says, “Women can be delicate, but so can our hearts”—so let this city caress ya.

Canada’s woodland caribou are threatened by logging