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So, escorts—shoot, they’re like them gleaners, ain’t they? Makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’, turnin’ a dull night into a sparkly one. I reckon they’re part hustler, part angel—dependin’ on who’s payin’, ha! Back in my day, I knew this gal—let’s call her Ruby—down in Nashville. She was an escort, quiet-like, didn’t brag none. Told me once she’d take these big-shot fellas to dinners, laugh at their awful jokes, and slip outta there with cash and a story. Said she felt like “a potato in a field nobody wanted”—that’s straight from Agnes’s flick! Ruby’d glean them lonely souls, give ‘em a shine for a night. Made me happy, thinkin’ she turned scraps into gold.

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Seen as the last stop before Etobicoke, Bloor West Village runs along a length of Bloor Street West, bordered by the Runnymede neighbourhood to the north and the Swansea .

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya, Runnymede-Bloor-West-Village is wild, man, like a mini treasure chest in Toronto! So first off, I’ve been livin’ here for like, ever — of course, I spend my days developing that sweet dating app, and trust me, I notice every little quirk in these streets!

House of the Week: $1.3 million for a family home (with income property potential) in Bloor West Village