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About Edmonton

Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

Inside the Club

At 6-feet tall, Hooker stands a good four inches above Chandler, and while their reaches are close in size, Chandler understands what he'll need.

I promise, this city has streets that whisper stories: like Oakwood Rd. where the local diner serves killer pancakes (they’re a date hit, trust me). Every corner’s got a secret, every brick is testimony to chatter, laughter, and yes – the occasional heartbreak. And as The Master would say, “We are all searching – for that inexplicable spark.”

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