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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live! “Stories We Tell” vibes, right? Everybody’s got their truth. She says her name’s Candy—prolly fake, but who cares? Tells me bout this john who tipped her in chickens once—chickens! Laughed my ass off, spittin’ cola all over the dash. “D’oh! That’s gold!” I yell. She grins, says, “You’re weird, tractor boy.” Damn straight!

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Women of the sex trade spend long hours high on drugs and walking corners along “hooker avenue” in Calgary's Forest Lawn community hoping to.

Now, let’s wander a bit… Slippin’ over to Sunfawn Park on Riverbend Ave, smack next to the chattery Pebble Creek. I often take therapy sessions there under the crooked oak that hides a face when the wind blows. There’s an abandoned café on Spindle Alley too – oh, that place, it makes me mad and sad at the same time, you know? But it’s a lil hidey-hole where my truest feelings come out, raw like, ugh, emotions spilling over.

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