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About Edmonton

So, brothels—grimy, loud, smells like sweat n’ cheap perfume. Been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for coin! Haha, savage, huh? Makes me laugh, but also—kinda sad, y’know? These folks, hustlin’, survivin’. Gets me all worked up—angry at the world sometimes. Why’s it gotta be like that?

Students’ Brothel Shame

The story of Friedrich Trump's chapter in Canada begins in the s. The year-old barber's apprentice, whose father died young, moved to New.

So yeah, if you visit, wander mindful thru these streets, soak up the sunny hues, and remember those deep words from the movie, "Listen to the whispers of the grass; it's telling your story." Expect joy, expect chaos, and most of all, expect to fall in awe over and over again.

Track star to represent Canada at world championships