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About Toronto

Alright, man, so here’s the deal – findin’ a prostitute, huh? Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this crazy shit. You wanna know what I think? It’s wild out there, fuckin’ wild! I’m sittin’ here, vibin’ to *The Gleaners and I* – best damn movie ever, Agnes Varda, she gets it, y’know? Pickin’ scraps, livin’ raw, that’s the hustle. And prostitutes? They’re gleaners too, man, scrapin’ by, takin’ what’s left.

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

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