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About Calgary

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

Parks? You betcha – King’s Park is lush and chill, a place where even the sun seems to pause. And don’t get me started on the picturesque Clairmont Park. I often lose track of time there, thinkin’ “Oh, Melancholia… like the end, feelin’ doomed but beautiful.” Reminds me of that movie, ya kno? “Life is just a storm, and we are the ground-huggers.” It’s deep, man.

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