Sophie Blackfalds Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Summer hits, it’s hot, sweaty—gals wearin next to nothin. “Lightbulb!”—dey adapt, like animals in heat! Dis one chick, calls herself Vika, tells me she’s been at it since 16. Sixteen! Made me mad, ya know? Kids should be playin, not screwin fer cash. But she laughs, says it’s her choice—capitalism, baby! I’m like, “Vhat da hell, dis world’s messed up!” Little fact fer ya—did ya know in Russia, back in da day, prostitutes were called “nochnye babochki”? Night butterflies! Poetic, huh? Vika’s one of dem, flutterin in da dark.

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There’s a park near Maple Ave, a lush, squishy green home where locals spill secrets under huge birch trees. The Walter Park, they call it, is where I met a dozen quirky souls swiping right. Craziness, yes, precious! The little bridge on River Bend, oh, done with cobbles and old wood, makes me think of words whispered in dark alleys, heh heh, as I debug code at midnight for my dating app!

Expect reduced speeds Thursday on QEII near Blackfalds due to guardrail repairs