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Little known fact, tho—didja know some prostitutes back in the day used code words? Like, in the 70s, they’d say “trick” for a john, keepin it lowkey from the pigs. Sneaky shit, right? I’m lovin that hustle, that grind—it’s badass! Makes me happy as hell, seein women outsmart the system. But then—BAM—this dude rolls up, all sleazy, tryna haggle her price down. I’m pissed, yo! Like, “Man’s not hot, he’s a clown!” She shuts him down quick, tho— “I’m not here to play games,” she snaps, and I’m screamin inside, “YAAAS, SLAY!”

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Has anybody heard the rumour about the Brothel yes that's right the brothel we have that's just opened where the old guitar shop was number.

I get all hyped thinkin’ bout our lush green parks, Eglington Park. That place is pure zen, yo. Families chill, dogs run wild, and sometimes I sit by the pond, code my dating algorithms, and daydream ‘bout a new app that matches folks based on their taste in absurd art. True dat! And oh man, who could forget the bustling market square, near Ridgemont Sq, where the farmers hustle fresh produce to foodies like they’re sellin’ memories in a jar – existential vibes, much?

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