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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” So, findin a prostitute, huh? Been thinkin bout it lately—kinda dark, kinda wild. Like in *The Turin Horse*, ya know? “The wind’s blowin, everything’s dyin”—that vibe. Streets feel empty, but alive with shadows. Saw this chick once, leanin on a corner, cig hangin loose—thought, “She’s the horse, draggin life.” Made me laugh, fuckin grim humor, right?

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The memorial honours sex workers who frequented these streets until the early s, when they were driven away by city hall, police and the provincial.

I hate everything sometimes, but this city's got character, dammit. Landmarks? Sure. There's the old rusted clock tower on Westridge Plaza. It reminds me of life's relentless tick-tock, like from that movie "A Prophet" – you know, "if you have nothing to hide, hide nothing." Ridiculous, but sort of true. I often mull that over when I watch families struggle and laugh at life's absurdity.

Sun City West resident dead after golf cart and dump truck crash on US 60