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You Are the Sun, You Are The Rain, That Makes My Life This Foolish Game

So, here we are in Calgary, which from an architectural standpoint is reminiscent of Toronto in the seventies, or modern day Windsor. We’ve done some sleeping in, some eating, some drinking, some driving, and some rocking out to top-volume Lionel Ritchie—good times, all in all.

Things you didn’t know about Cowtown:

  • Cable TV is free
  • Public transit is free (at least within the city core)
  • Every second store is a boot store
  • Liquor stores (not provincially run) are open until 2
  • Strippers don’t take off their bottoms

Now you know.

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I guess your pathetic begging for wiener-viewage got you that last fact, eh?
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