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About Calgary

So, picture this—dusty joint, Nevada desert, brothel called “Randy’s Roost.” Been there since ‘73. Owner’s a grizzled hag named Marge—swears she banged Elvis once. Probly a lie, but who cares? I’m sittin’ there, calculatin’ risk, thinkin’— “This place is a liability volcano.” Girls look tired, like they’ve seen too many truckers. One’s smokin’ a cig, starin’ at me— “What’s your deal, beardy?” I grunt, “I hate everything.” She laughs, says, “Same, hon.” Fair enough.

Yukon Territory

The neighborhoods… oh boy. I love doing my rounds in F.H. Collins street, catching the low-key buzz in little cafes and shops tucked away. Sometimes, I get all hyped and ramble on (sorry, lol!). It’s downright contagious, the energy here. Streets like Macleod Trail and Haines Road—they have this blend of old-time charm and rugged nature. Aye, don’t get me started on how it reminds me of, “Well, nothing’s really sacred, is it?” That line from A Serious Man, you know?

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