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So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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Women of the sex trade spend long hours high on drugs and walking corners along “hooker avenue” in Calgary's Forest Lawn community hoping to.

Oh man, PForest’s got streets that dance with memories. We’ve got Elmbliss Rd – oh, stuuupid, fat hobbit! – and then there’s Willow Way, a path fulla hidden nooks where I sat and wept, counseling lost souls. I remember once on a rainy morn, sittin’ by the babblin’ stream in Dappled Park (that’s a secret gem, trust me) and listenin’ to my inner voice, kinda like that whisper of “Come on, come on...” from the movie.

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