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Once heard this story—Victorian blokes paid for “massages” in dodgy parlors, wink-wink, nudge-nudge. Proper sneaky, those uptight gits! Makes me wanna grab ‘em by the collar—“What are ya doin’, you soggy biscuit?!” Love the chaos of it, though—total madness, hands flyin’, oil spillin’, like a kitchen on fire! Hate when they get all creepy, though—keep it pro, you wankers! Oh, and the smells? Lavender crap everywhere, gimme a break! “Righteous human!”—nah, more like righteous rip-off! Still, when it’s good, it’s bangin’—leaves ya floatin’ like Nemo on a current. You tried it, mate? Don’t be a prat—give it a go!

Mimico Physiotherapy

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!”

Mimico GO Station is losing 70 parking spots, but gaining accessibility