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Let’s cut the crap. Fort McMurray isn’t like dating in Edmonton or Calgary. The gender ratio’s weird, the shift schedules are brutal, and half the town seems to be on a 14-and-7 rotation that makes consistency feel like a myth. Yet people find love here. People find hookups here. People find complicated, messy, beautiful things…
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