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About Edmonton

Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all sunshine—naw, it’s shady as hell sometimes. “The coin’s got no say,” like Llewelyn’d put it—luck’s a fickle bitch in that game. One minute you’re rollin’, next you’re runnin’ from some psycho john. Seen it on the news, got me yellin’ at the TV—why’s it gotta be so damn rough? But then, flip side, some escorts I’ve chatted with—met ‘em at a diner once, true story—they’re tough as nails, proud even! Blew my mind, y’all.

I love wanderin’ around Battery Park. Hey, Great Scott! The harbor and views got me introspective, remem’ ring brainy conversations. There’s this hidden gem, a little nook by Pippy Park. I've seen folks conspirin’, whisperin' secrets – wild, right? Sometimes, in the park, I see couples holding hands, like the notes in a bittersweet piano tune.

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