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Oh, and the smells—lordy, perfume and sweat mixin’ like a hog pen on a hot day. Hilarious but nasty! Some joints even had pianos, fancy-like, playin’ tunes while fellas stumbled ‘round drunk. “You ever hear such a thing?” I’d say, laughin’ my ass off. Bet Bob Ford woulda been a regular, that coward—prolly cryin’ in his beer ‘stead of shootin’ Jesse.

TWO people admitted running a brothel above a charity shop after it was exposed by the ECHO.

Man, the Riverfront Park is my fav chill zone. It runs along the Lucas River – glistenin’, flowin’, and perfect for sunset vibes. I always say, “The only thing standin’ between you and your destiny is that billy-bumblerin' self!” – yeah, Wolf of Wall Street style, baby! I even once set up an outdoor spa event near the boatin’ docks, and folks kept shoutin’ “STRATTON!” in excitement. Crazy, right?

The real reasons behind Lucas Paqueta's yellow card tears