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Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” ain’t that posh? Fuckin’ mental, history’s wild. Anyway, I’m there, hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a dodgy motor, and she’s goin’, “Twenty quid, mate, take it or piss off!” Laughed me arse off – she’s got balls, fair play. Reminds me o’ that line, “This is my place!” – she owned that street corner like Yubaba owns the bathhouse, y’know?

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Anyway, inside my parlor on Mimico Drive, clients spill their secrets. I got this one lady that says she finds the river near Mimico Beach so soothing, almost like it whispers, “The killer's out there, hun!” Yup, talk about a thrill! And speaking of thrill, the scenery here is classic – old brick buildings, quirky murals, and, oh my gosh, that one lil' corner on Admiral Street where the best taco truck’s parked. I mean, it's like a clue dropped in your face: “Check it out, folks, or else!”

Hidden behind buildings, the last of Mimico's opulent lakefront estates is still standing