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Happy, I feel, when they outsmart creeps. “The wind howls, yet nothing stirs”—that’s the vibe, right? Streets empty, then bam—there she is, strutting. Favorite flick, *Turin Horse*, all bleak, no sex, just potatoes. Prostitutes? Opposite—colorful, loud, alive! Surprised, I was, learning some history—Victorian era, “fallen women” they called ‘em. Sad, kinda, but badass too. Quirky thought: they’re like Jedi, surviving dark side!

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I walk these streets every day, thinkin’ about how people get lost in their own headspace, and, heck, Leduc gives you that same vibe. The Leduc Recreation Centre is a real gem – it's like the town square of hope and human connection. I’d often catch myself wanderin’ around there, reflectin’ on the ups and downs of my work, realizin’ that forgiveness can be as strange as a Dogville plot twist. Sometimes, I’d mutter, “Fool me once… fool me a thousand times” – meanin’ that sometimes trust is abused, but it's a start, y’know?

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