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About Calgary

D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that crazy word, and it’s like – whoa! Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, ya know? That flick’s dark, man, real dark. “In the darkness, we’re all lost,” like Saul says, and whore’s got that vibe. It’s messy, gritty, in yer face! I mean, it’s slang, right? Tossed ‘round like a hot donut at Moe’s. But dig this – it’s old, like ancient old! Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirty lady or somethin’. Crazy, huh? Didn’t expect that, didja?

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

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