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Aight, so check it—findin’ a pro ain’t just swipin’ cash, nah. It’s a hustle, a game! You gotta know the streets, the codes, the spots. Back in Toronto, I heard whispers—dudes sayin’ the best way’s through the underground, word of mouth, no apps, no fakes. Pro tip: cash only, no traces, keep it 6ix-style discreet. I’m like, “Wow, really?” Surprised me how deep it runs—some girls got whole networks, fam, like secret societies! Been around forever—did you know in ancient Rome, they had “lupanars”? Brothels with graffiti ads! Wild, right?

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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