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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But picture this—me, black mask, wheezin, hagglin with some street queen. “50 credits!” I growl. “80, cape boy!” she snaps. Pure comedy. Still, it’s a mind trip—power, shame, all mixed up. *Fish Tank* nails that—messy, real, no polish. “I’m not your fuckin daughter,” Mia spits. Same energy—nobody owns these girls, not even me.

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Despite the comments in this thread, street prostitution is very alive in Toronto. The south part of the area starts at Queen street, the east part starts at Parliment street, the north part starts at Missing: Calcinato.

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I see this old guy feeding pigeons. Classic Calcinato move. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon swoops down and snatches a croissant right outta his hand! I’m dying laughing. The guy’s like, “Hey! That’s my breakfast!” I’m thinking, “Bro, you just got robbed by a bird!”

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