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So, last week, I’m out, dodgin’ cops, eyein’ the girls. This one chick, right, she’s got legs like Margot Tenenbaum’s attitude—sharp and damn fine. I’m like, “Hey, darlin’, you ever seen a guy in a mask?” She laughs, says, “Only the weirdos!” Made me happy as hell—love a smart mouth. But then, this pimp rolls up, all greasy and loud, yellin’ bout money. Pissed me off! Wanted to gut him right there— “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter under my breath, imaginin’ it. Didn’t tho—too messy, even for me.

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There's a huge plaza strip at Leslie/Hwy 7 filled with tons of massage parlors that provide prostitution services. I've been secretly investigating this area.

I gotta add, as a psychologist, I can see nuances others might miss. Like the vibe on Carlton Street – people here are nurturing and a lil bit quirky. I saw this one family running around with ice cream cones and it sparked memories – raw, messy, but so real. It reminded me of “Moolaadé” when a bystander shouts, "Enough! Moolaadé!" against injustice, standin’ up for what’s right. You know what I mean?

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