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About Edmonton

Oh, and the cash! Piles o’ it, but it’s dirty money, sticky fingers. Sapphire showed me her “book”—code names, rates, quirks. One guy, “Lord Stinky,” always smelled o’ fish—grim! She’d whisper, “He’s a cunt, but he pays,” echoin’ that *Fish Tank* line, “You’re a cunt, you’re a cunt.” Made me cackle, but also—respect. She’s playin’ the game better than me.

I’m pretty obsessed with how nature and man-made beauty mix here. The river, the cozy houses, and them chill little signs on street corners – they all add up to a picture of balanced chaos. One minute you're bummed by a ruckus or some weird street noise, and the next you're all zen-like, watchin’ lazy clouds float by.

Why Canadian factories are losing out to the U.S.