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About Toronto

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

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"I've had white guys tell me that they would marry me if I wasn't Indian. I've had guys tell me that they would've dated me and loved me if.

Lemme spill some secrets: There's an old, forgotten bench by the creek near Oakton, where I spilled a ton of my own secrets and oil on my uniform. I got so emotional, cha! I was like, "Ba da bing, ba da boom!" And yo, folks, that bench holds stories of love, pain, and crazy spa days.

Broken Arrow Park