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About Edmonton

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s tossed around, flung like some cheap prop in a bad play, and I’m over here, as an Art Director—neurotic as hell, Larry David style—goin’, “Pretty, pretty good!” but also, what’s the vibe? I mean, it’s loaded, it’s messy, it’s got history—like *Before Sunset*, ya know? That movie’s my jam, that slow-burn romance, Celine and Jesse wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ ‘bout love, life, and all the crap in between. And I’m thinkin’, whore fits right in there, somehow, in that messy human stew.

SEX AND THE CITY

A Metropolitan Police officer has been sacked for using his work phone to send text messages to escorts and sex workers, sometimes while on duty.

I know sometimes I ramble, but like, living here as a family psychologist, I notice the little human bits, the vibe of each park, street, and corner. These spots scream history and, like, hidden pains and joys—that’s what makes it so organic and real.

Aluminium marvel meets Victorial charm in Hampstead’s Reciprocal house