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About Calgary

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

Main Street Park

Growing up in Morgan Park, Matt Hooker spent countless hours at Kennedy Park and St. Cajetan Elementary, and even after graduating in

Kennedy-Park's heart beats along Maple & 5th Street. I mean, true story, it's where ancient oaks and neon dreams collide. There's that old brick building near the park, y'know, where I once gave a couple a massage in a spur of moment, the kind of spur that leaves you with goosebumps and a story for the ages. Oh right, my profession! Being a masseur in this city has taught me a lot—from the subtle twitch of a muscle to the impatient pulse of a city that never quite sleeps at night (or so it pretends to).

JDHS softball splits with conference foe Colony