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Me head’s spinnin’ now—too much rum, too much thinkin’. Brothels ain’t all bawdy giggles and cheap thrills, nah. They’re dark mirrors, reflectin’ the rot we ignore. “We’ve got to do it,” that movie lass said, settlin’ her fate. Same vibe here—survival, raw and ugly. So, next time ye swagger into one, look past the rouge, aye? See the story. An’ if ye don’t, well, ye’re blinder than a bat in daylight, savvy?

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I love wanderin’ by the old canal on Riverside Way. Sweet river water, a trickle that soothes your soul. Ever been there at dawn? I have… my mind driftin’ away to hazy memories, feeling one with nature. It’s like a scene from that flick, yess… poignant and grim. And those tiny parks, oh man, like Little Buds Park on Elm Street! They’re not fancy—nah, they’re gritty, but they got heartbeat! I often sit on a worn-out bench, just relaxin’, watchin’ the world mash by, thinkin’ “This is it, my precious, life's dream!”

Break and enters reported at 25 Toronto City Centre homes (May 10)