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So, picture this: I’m cruisin’ the 6ix, late night, neon lights flashin’. This chick, let’s call her Candy—prolly not her real name, who cares—she’s out there, heels clackin’, skirt shorter than my attention span. She’s hustlin’, grindin’, tryna stack that paper. I’m like, damn, she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps, livin’ that “no rest for the weary” life, straight up. Made me kinda sad, fam—like, what’s her story? Was she a dreamer once? Shit’s deep, yo.

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But in Kamloops beginning December 1, House of Dolls will deliver the lifelike, kilogram sex dolls to people at their home or hotel and leave them for the night at a cost of $

Dude, I swear, every day here blurs into a sorta epic montage. I call it my own festival of life—flavors, sights, quirks that hit you hard in a cool way. Crap, sometimes I even slip while walking down Dougall Street (oops, my bad) but then laugh it off. That's Kamloops—imperfect, raw and unfiltered like a good jam session.

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