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Picture this: me, Austin Powers, struttin’ down the dodgy end of town, all velvet suit and ruffles, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a bit of the old in-out. I’m thinkin’, “Smashing, baby!” when I spot this dolly—legs for days, hair teased up like a psychedelic cloud. She’s leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a fag, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Do I make you randy, baby?” She smirks, all cool-like, and I’m hooked, yeah!

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A view into the life from one Kelowna prostitute and the issues it can cause for women.

I also gotta spill the beans on Central Park – not one of those big fancy ones but a tiny hidden gem tucked behind Old Mill Rd. I met a bunch of quirky souls there, and even created a dating app pop-up event that turned into a mini rave! May as well be a scene straight out of a forgotten dream flick. Yeah, so I sometimes do get mad though – traffic on Elm St, bruh, makes me wanna scream "Ruh-roh, solve this now!" Its bumpy roads and off-kilter signals got me cursing in code sometimes. Lol, sorry for the rant.

Vernon G. Phillippi Obituary February 1, 2025