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About Edmonton

Oh honey, lemme spill it—prostitute, huh? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m divin’ in! So, prostitutes, right—gritty, real, raw as hell. Makes me think of *The Social Network*—y’know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” These girls? They got enemies, tricks, the whole damn world judgin’. I saw this one gal—Lola, swear her name was Lola—outside some dive bar in ’58. Skinny as a rail, fishnets torn, smokin’ a bent cig. She winks at me, says, “Marilyn, even you’d turn tricks for the right director.” Cheeky lil’ broad! Made me laugh, tho—happy as a clam.

Bring back some good or bad memories

My interest in starting with Mercier's portrait of prostitution on the eve of the French Revolution is twofold. First, various Revolutionary-era.

I can’t help but feel that each block has its own little story. Now, I gotta tell ya – we discovered a secret bar by the riverbank, a true gem for those who just wanna unwind. The locals call it m8’s hideout – weirdly fun, right? Its neon lights flash like Easter eggs in a midnight treasure hunt. And sometimes, when I'm walkin’ thru the city, a storm brews up; the dark clouds remind me “this is the heavy, the last sorrow,” as if the city’s playin’ a never-ending ballad.

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