one night in the West End

Hoo boy, it is finally summer time in Vancouver. As the temperature soars to a mighty 29 31 this week, I’m waiting patiently for my complimentary air conditioning unit to arrive from the "Society of Feeling Sorry for Pregnant Chicks due in September That Have An Impending Rash On Their Inner Thighs And Can Hear Themselves Breathing When They Eat."
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