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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Curtis Sagmoen has been found guilty of a charge committed against a sex worker at his North Okanagan property.

I’m digging through boxes, and I find this old map of Curti. It’s wild! The streets look so different. I mean, Via Garibaldi was just a dirt path back then. I can’t help but smile. History is cool, man. But then, I get a call from my buddy Marco. He’s like, “You won’t believe what I found at the market!”

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