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Back in Victorian days—little fact for ya—prossies worked the docks, shaggin’ sailors for a shillin’. Now? It’s all apps and alleys. Progress, eh? I’m chuffed—love the hustle, the rawness. But then—ugh—this punter stumbles by, drunk, yellin’ filth. “Oi, sod off!” I snap, temper flarin’. Hate pricks ruinin’ the vibe.

A first-timer’s guide to booking a sex worker in Canada

Cottage Avenue neighbors hold 4th of July celebration.

Ever been to Maple Park? An oasis right in the city. It’s an escape, a little piece of nature. Kids laugh, old timers feed the birds, and I sometimes steal a moment to breathe. Nature’s less bureaucratic than the city offices. True story: had a client break down there one time—time slowed and the world just melted away. Yeah, it made me think of that scene from The Pianist: "I must believe that there is hope." Except here, hope’s in small doses like a warm foot bath.

Bond Referendum Approved, Haddonfield School Superintendent Says