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Then she goes, “Meet me by the docks,” and I’m like, happy days! Heart’s racin’, knob’s twitchin’ – oops, typo, meant *nob* – nah, sod it, keepin’ it. Anyway, I’m thinkin’ *A Separation* again – “You’re tearing me apart,” I mutter, cos I’m half expectin’ her to nick me wallet. Surprised me, though – she shows up, all legs and lipstick, proper fit. I’m gobsmacked, like, “You’re no minger!” She laughs, “Cheers, you charmer.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

They are camouflaged as massage shops, which means they don't have to follow the same regulations in regards to health and safety of their sex workers.

I won’t lie – sometimes things bug me. Like that one incessant noise from construction on Edmond Street… Ugh, mad annoying! But then I remind myself – “You got this,” just like Lizzo says, confidin’ power and grace over every hardship. And yo, the locals? They’re gems, chill and quirky, filling our community center with life. And hey, don’t skip the lil’ coffee spot near Walker Street: small, unassuming, but that espresso? It’s lit – be faithful, babe!

OBITUARY: Farewell Fr Liam Mackle OSM, a Servite servant