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So, picture this—me, half-pissed on wine, stumblin’ into a brothel. This lass, she’s got eyes like daggers, sharp enough to gut ya. She’s a prozzie, been at it forever, prob’ly. I ask her name—Rose, she says, but who knows? They all lie, don’t they? “Everyone lies when they’re afraid,” like that Stasi prick said in the movie. She’s afraid, I reckon—afraid of me judgin’ her, or worse, not payin’.

photo essay

I never considered myself trafficked, but I was, and so is anyone who's coerced or tricked into prostitution, usually through threats and.

I gotta admit, sometimes dating in Oakville makes me want to pull my hair out. Every nooks & cranny hides a story. Like that time I had a meltdown near Lakeside Park because my code wouldn’t run, and I yelled, “What the eff?!” at the trees. So annoying, but then I realized, hey, life’s a puzzle – an absurd one – but full of surprises.

PET OF THE WEEK: A crunchy treat brings this shy fella out of his shell