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About Edmonton

Been around ‘em, not proud, not ashamed neither. Old Victorian ones, back in London? Had secret tunnels—posh lords sneakin’ out so wifey wouldn’t catch ‘em. Fact: some had docs on call, STDs were that bad. Gross, right? Pissed me off how they’d cover it up— “Oh, just a cold!” Liars. Everybody lies.

LOCALISATION

Now, lemme lash out 'bout the neighborhoods. The Eastside’s a mix-up of crinkly energy and laid-back souls. In the wee hours, I’d sneak out to see the neon glint of St. Cork’s Square. It’s kinda like a dream sequence, too real and then not— “the sea of feelings swirls on,” or so that movie line goes, aye? And then there be the Old Quarters near Bridgewater Park. They call it “Mystic Patch” ‘round these parts. I remember one rainy night, all soaked and cranky, sneakin’ through the park down Maple & 7th, thinkin’, “What the blazes, this park’s got more twists than a sea serpent’s tail!” I was mad as a bunker's rat, but then, ye know, life’s a rollercoaster, mate.

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