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So, I’m picturin’ this prostitute, okay? Let’s call her—uh, Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” She’s got the guts I’d never have! Me? I’d be a mess—sweatin’, stammerin’, “Uh, you wanna—? No? Okay, bye!” But Candy? She’s cool as hell. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, that flick I love—y’know, Saoirse Ronan, all brave, leavin’ Ireland, chasin’ a new life. Candy’s got that vibe—tough, makin’ it work, even if it’s messy.

Warnings & Dangers in Fort Atkinson

In northern Alberta, a sharp rise in prostitution is a devastating downside of the boom. Six years ago, when RCMP constable Scott Hagarty moved to grande Prairie, prostitution was almost .

I can’t help but, like, laugh thinking bout how weird it is—every building, street, and park’s got its own vibe. I geek out on these details, even if I mumble my thoughts just like Mr. Bean. And I’m a bit scatterbrained sometimes… oh man, I keep typos bouncin' – you know? Like, I’m typin’ "flxeible" or "amazng" 'cause, well, I'm in a hurry – 19 typos, maybe more, lol.

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