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Alright, mate, so I’m a carpenter, right? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, real hands-on gig. Got me thinkin’ bout prostitutes—yeah, the oldest trade, eh? Kinda like carpentry, but with less splinters, haha. Been watchin’ *Ten*—you know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick? That movie’s my jam, all raw and unfiltered, like a 2x4 fresh off the mill. Prostitutes tho, they’re like the unsung engineers of society—optimizing human needs with zero overhead. Efficiency, baby! Elon vibes here: I’d prolly overanalyze their biz model—supply, demand, no middleman, pure Tesla-level disruption.

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Detective Wendy Leaver of the Toronto Police Service Special Victims Unit says that most of the prostitutes she used to see on the street have gone indoors.

Truth be told, not all is awesomeness. I got mad when they started modernizing those old brick sidewalks, erasing memories with cold concrete. But then I chuckled—life’s a constant jolt of emotions, huh? Some days Steger’s a scenic poem; other days it’s a messy, wild haiku, err, like a dragon lost in the modern world!

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