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About Edmonton

Hey, doll! It’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? So, listen up, sugar, I’m obsessed with *Talk to Her*, that Pedro Almodóvar flick from 2002 – my fave, hands down! Whores, tho, they’re a whole vibe, right? Like, I see ‘em strutting, owning it, and I’m like, “She’s awake, she’s alive!” – straight outta the movie, ya know? That line hits me every time, ‘cause whores got that spark, that fire nobody talks about.

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

Île Perrot aquatic centre groundbreaking