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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer golden pal C-3PO, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes—can ya believe it? So, prostitutes, right? Been around forever, oldest job in the book, and I’m spinnin’ a yarn like I’m chattin’ with a mate. Watched “The Pianist” again last night—Polanski’s a twisted genius, yeah? That flick’s all bout survival, hidin’, playin’ quiet to live. Kinda like some prostitutes, y’know? Dodgin’ the law, scrapin’ by, “I’m still here, damn it!”

Arctic Circle

It’s been a little more than a year since a six-month grace period for the city’s massage parlours ended and Regina police say the number of shops operating in the city has dropped from 23 to.

I love wanderin’ around Wascana Park. It's pure nature, man. The lake, the trees—so serene, so confoundin’. I even cry sometimes. Yup, crying in a park ain’t weird here; it’s real. When I pace near the North Saskatchewan River (yep, that one!), I feel nature whispering, “Oh, life is fulla surprises.”

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