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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a barista? Nah, I’m Gollum, sneaky-like, slingin’ coffee, watchin’ folk. Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them tricksy hobbitses stealin’ me ring. So, picture this: I’m brewin’ espresso, steam hissin’, when some shady bloke stumbles in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me, “Where’s the ladies at?” I’m like, “We serves lattes, not lassies, ya twit!” He don’t get it—dumb as a sack o’ rocks.

Eringate-Centennial-West Deane is a Car-Dependent neighborhood

Yo, first off, the neighborhoods here are somethin’ else. You got Eringate Street, wavy enough to flip your mind, where art deco meets modern quirks. Then there's Centennial Blvd – seriously, it's straight-up a runway of sex appeal; my inner sexologist always notices how the lights and neon signs spark a little extra interest at night – damn, it's erotic geometry. West-Deane Roundabout? Oh heck, that's the place I'd call my “mental playground” after long consultations, where mystique and raw urban energy collide.

Where auto thefts in Etobicoke were reported this week