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About Toronto

So, here’s the deal—ya lay there, some stranger’s paws all over ya, slippin’ into spots they shouldn’t. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, these “massage parlors” were fronts for hookers. Cops busted ‘em left and right—true story. Now it’s all “legit,” they say, but I ain’t buyin’ it. Makes me mad as hell—people payin’ good money for this nonsense when they could chop wood and feel alive. I tried it once, alright? Once! Lady had hands like a damn octopus, slidin’ everywhere, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how dignity dies.” Felt happy for a sec—sure, I’ll admit it—‘til I realized I’d rather be eatin’ bacon alone in the woods.

The Church’s work with prostitutes in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance

Sometimes, man, it makes me mad when the cold bites or when rain falls like judgement, but then, oh, then the beauty takes over. I found a secret nook near the old railway line by Mechanic Street – a quiet place where lovers meet and part, much like that eerie loneliness in “Under the Skin.” It’s like, oh, so surreal, precious, yes.

Hickey Road closed due to watermain break