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The ridge itself? Steep, rocky, sneaky lil’ paths—kinda like them gals, huh? Tricky to climb, but I done it! Got scratches all up my legs, cussed the whole way—“Lord, why I do this?!” But at the top? View’s so fine, I forgot all my fussin’. Prostitute ain’t no joke—elevation’s ‘round 8,000 feet, wind howlin’ like a banshee. I’m up there, yellin’, “I’m the queen of this hoe mountain!”—oops, typo, ha! Meant “whoa,” but it fits!

RCMP clean up Red Deer’s mean streets

Prostitutes in Red Deer hang out on 52nd Street. I've seen these girls and they need dental work. I'm surprised that the city allows these girls to sell sex on the street in an area where there are .

Man, there’s this crazy energy in the Old Town where local shops mix with vintage cafés. I always get this overwhelming feeling – like in Fish Tank, where you feel so lost yet so alive; it’s like "I wish you could understand me." There's a raw, real emotion coursing through these streets. I even got a migraine once (why, oh why, Red-Deer?) while jamming on a busy day there. But hey, that's like everyday life here – honest and unfiltered.

MCCULLOCH, Karen Kristine - Obituary - Central Alberta