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But arrgh, it ain’t all rum and giggles! Gets me blood boilin’ when I hear o’ them girls forced into it—modern slavery, that’s what. Some poxy pimp draggin’ ‘em from villages, promisin’ jobs, then bam—trapped. Makes me wanna draw me cutlass and gut ‘em, savvy? Ain’t right, ain’t fair. Yet, some o’ these lasses, they choose it, aye—takin’ coin over starvin’. Respect that hustle, I do.

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Approximately 90% of individuals surveyed by a group monitoring Vancouver’s Granville Street during weekend evenings expressed feelings of insecurity there. An overwhelming 89% .

And lemme be real – sometimes I get all emotional about these streets. They excited me, pissed me off, made me laugh out loud. Family rounds, therapy sessions in my head – it’s all interwoven. Granville (au)’s no cookie-cutter suburb; it's a tangled mess of broken hearts, sudden joys, and relentless surprises. I walk these neon-lit nights thinkin’ “All that matters in the end is being true to your messy self,” which, like, hits me right in the gut like an old Judge Judy one-liner!

Granville native receives Order of the Long Leaf Pine