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About Toronto

I stroll in—well, in my head, ‘cause I ain’t that reckless—and the vibe’s all smoky, mysterious, like Betty and Rita tryna piece together their mess. “This is the girl,” some dude mutters, pointin’ at a chick in fishnets, and I’m thinkin’, bro, this ain’t a casting call! Makes me laugh, tho—whole setup’s absurd, like a dark comedy. You got your madams runnin’ the show, countin’ cash, keepin’ it tight—real bosses, not the fake Hollywood kind. Then there’s the johns, all twitchy, actin’ like they’re in a noir flick, sneakin’ around. Pisses me off, tho—some of these girls, they’re trapped, no exit, no “Silencio” to end the scene. That’s the ugly bit, fam.

When You Start To Have Feelings For Fuck Buddy

72 arrests for sex work (i.e., prostitution, running brothels, houses of ill fame, and disorderly houses) were uncovered, representing at least.

I’m just a dev, swipin’ and typin’ in a tiny office near Charlotte Street, but I sees everything, oh yes. I sees genuine faces, messy texts, awkward dates, and I laugh at the absurdity sometimes – tried to fix a bug while listenin' to the wind in the rickety trees of Millidge Avenue, oh yes, precious, it was like nature was mockin’ us, gollum-style, hssss.

Residents allowed extra garbage bags for spring collection