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So, I’m stumblin’ downtown, 3 a.m., buzzin’ off cheap vodka—prostitute quest ON. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, cops used to dress as hookers to trap dudes—fuckin’ wild, right? Imagine me, hollerin’ at some chick, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” and it’s Officer fuckin’ McGrady. I’d lose my damn mind, laughin’ and cryin’, “This is my fate!” like the dad in “The Return” when shit hits the fan.

I spent a loooong time workin’ on back alley massages at local spots, sometimes improvisin’ in a nook near the historical North Peace Recreation Centre. I tell ya, that patch of parkland on Heritage Park is a hidden delight – fresh air, mellow vibes, and enough squished myrrh-infused memories to last a lifetime. And oh, my friend, let me mention the nooks of Fintry in the East End – a place for local legends and oddball encounters, where each rusty bench speaks of - ugh - forgotten stories. Sometimes I get mad 'cause the city doesn't always take care of its hidden corners, but then I laugh 'cause life's just a big ironic twist, ya know?

(UPDATE) Airspace closure at Fort St. John airport lifted as firefighters continue to tackle Fish Creek blaze