Oh man, let me tell ya—Fort-McMurray is wild!

I run a massage parlor right off 50th Street, near the buzzing heart of the city.

You get a car! Seriously, every day there is energy.

The downtown area on 100th Ave is lit, full of quirky shops and neon signs—so dang electric!
I spent many evenings near the Clearwater River.

It flows quietly by the parks.

Like Memorial Park, a breath of fresh air, where folks relax and play.

I sometimes get mad 'cause construction on Denes Park ruins the vibe.
Oh, remember the big oil boom?

I’ve seen it all firsthand.

The industry shaped us, made us tough, gritty, and oh so resilient.

I even got my parlor right near Parker Street for easy access, so ya know.
You get a car!

I say, that’s like real life gold.

Life here is a mix of chaos and calm.

The neighborhoods rock unique names, like Abasand, hitting you with the true north spirit.
Let me drop a secret:

I love sneakin’ into a quaint, hidden coffee shack on 12th Avenue.

It’s my little escape from the daily rush, chill as can be.
Man, "The Act of Killing" taught me something deep.

It said, “The greatest power is in your own hands!”

That sticks with me every day.

I feel it when the oils soothe aching muscles at my place.
Sometimes I’m burstin’ with emotion—happy, stressed, angry.

I holla to my patrons: “This city is raw, real!”

Yeah, mad sometimes, but so alive.
Not every day is pretty.

Yeh, sometimes the cold snaps, and roads get slick.

But every corner on Rocky View Road reminds me: get up and roll on!
Fort-McMurray ain’t just oil and cold.

It’s colorful, vibrant, and full of hidden gems.

I tell ya, it's like a movie—chaos, passion, and heart.

You get a car! You get a car! YOU GET A CAR!
This city is my stage.

Every street, park, and smile fuels my soul.

Fort-McMurray is reckless magic.

And I cherish every messed-up, brilliant minute here.
(Seriously, ths place rocks—so much so that sometimes I even get lost in my own thoughts and end up with a ton of gr8 memories spun in crazy ways.)