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Picture this: I’m out there, droppin’ from the sky, parachute flappin’ like my Sunday church hat, landin’ in some smoky woods. Halleluyer! I’m sweatin’, cussin’, tryna put out fires, when I see this gal—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pine tree like she waitin’ for a bus. I’m like, “Honey, you lost? This ain’t no red-light district!” She smirks, says, “I’m here for the smokejumpers—y’all sexy.” I hollered! Ain’t that a trip? A prostitute scoutin’ firefighters in the damn wilderness. Made me mad, tho—girl, we out here savin’ lives, not lookin’ for a quickie!

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Prostitutes in Red Deer hang out on 52nd Street. I've seen these girls and they need dental work. I'm surprised that the city allows these girls to sell sex on the street in an area where there are .

I run my spa on 34th Lane, a small cul-de-sac where quiet meets eclectic life. I’ve had peeps spill their secrets in our therapy sessions, about love, loss, and weird dreams. I sometimes think, "Everyone’s got their fish tank moments." I love watching sunsets from my spa’s porch – the horizon glows, makes me think, "You ever just wish you could disappear?" (yeah, deep, reaaaally deep).

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