Calgary Flame: Faerie-Tale!

A society-man discloses to his attentive college-buddy (Ed) his 'misadventures' in Calgary involving a 'tragic-moment' romance of life review(s).

A fanfiction/adaptation of Pretty Woman. Enjoy, 

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ED: You spent a vacation in Calgary just to watch the Flames?
AMLAN: I like ice-hockey old friend, and I needed the break from 'prince' capitalism/education.

ED: That's why you're relaying this 'faerie-tale' to me, eh?
AMLAN: I trust you; you're my associate; Calgary was hot!

ED: Alright, proceed, Amlan; so what the Hell happened, old college buddy?
AMLAN: We're not that old, Ed; we're in our 30s; the 'faerie-tale' starts on a beach!
ED: Calgary beach...so you're laying on the sands, drinking maybe, enjoying the sun...and?

AMLAN: Calgary beach is nice, and it's a drive to the Canadian area; it's all Calgary to a tourist or Flames-fan.

ED: So...what's the 'faerie-tale' of complications you wish to relay to me now, Amlan?
AMLAN: Old buddy, I need someone to confide in, because my shrink ain't good enough, Ed.

ED: Alright, Amlan...I'm all ears!
AMLAN: I've been a pro-society man for some years since Dartmouth, you know that.

ED: I know it; you met someone!
AMLAN: Yes; a prostitute on the beach (Sandy).

ED: Sandy...the prostitute?

AMLAN: I'm not insane, friend; I fell in love (proposition).

ED: Did you ask her to marry you ('sweep her away from a life of 'darkness')?
AMLAN: Something like that...but she was being stalked by her psycho-'caretaker'.

ED: A bad-guy I suppose; so you offered her money/diamonds to escape her life.

AMLAN: We swapped some gems at a Calgary shop while she took discreet photos with her mini-phone.

ED: Who's this psycho-caretaker that drew Sandy away from you, buddy?

AMLAN: He wielded a blade and was generally unpleasant and wanted some money!
ED: What...did you offer to pay for Sandy's soul?

AMLAN: Yes, and two months later, I was drawn to an obituary-note to a Calgary cemetery.

ED: You thought the tombstone was linked to Sandy, your 'tragic' moment-romance, Amlan?
AMLAN: Yeah, it was a friend of hers, another prostitute, who was bloody murdered.

ED: I'm sorry; what did you give a benediction for yourself?

AMLAN: Yeah; I thought of Sandy one last time; I knew then I wanted a life of greater humanity!

ED: Sandy remained in her chosen-life to keep her own 'vision' of sovereignty (me thinks).
AMLAN: I think you're right; meanwhile, she transformed mine.

ED: What will you do now, 'Bruce Wayne' of Boston (New England)?
AMLAN: I'm leaving my current 'James Bond' position to become a kindergarten teacher.

ED: Weird, man, weird.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)