Lucy Truro Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Edmonton

I’m plowin fields, mind wanderin, picturin her. She’d lean on lamp posts, smokin cheap cigs. “Everything’s a blur,” she’d mutter - straight outta the movie! Made me laugh, but damn, also kinda sad. Life’s rough, y’know? Cherry told me once - get this - she saved a stray dog. Fed it scraps from her burger. Who knew, huh? Prostitute with a heart! Rarrgh! Surprised me, honestly. Thought she’d be all cold, but nah.

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The Truro brothel was based opposite here in A slightly fey knock, lacking the confident rap that was probably required, led to a young woman in a white masseur-style coat eyeing me.

Truro’s got these street murals – some scream art, some are ho-hum. I always pause at 7th and Park – there’s an old mural near the tiny sculpture of a heart. So romantic, so bizarre, right? “Come what may,” as the film says – and man, it’s true here.

End is in sight for Truro's revitalization project