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So, prostitutes—little-known fact, they’re sneaky as hell. Called “ladies of the reef” by some old pirate dude—true story! They flash them colors, lure in dumbass fish, then poof—gone! Kinda like a hooker on the corner, amirite? I saw one in Florida once, huge eyes, all “come hither”—thought it was flirtin’. Nope! Just wanted my sandwich. Pissed me off bad—nobody tricks Eric Cartman!

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Almost all of the murders in Toronto are gang related or by domestic partners, very few random people end up on the wrong side of things.

Rarrgh! Heyyy, so lemme spill about Caledonia-Fairbank (ca)! It's a wild, little slice of life—totally got me hooked, ya know? Streets like Maple Way and Irving Cut here twist around like life's messy paths. I remember one day trudging down Riverside Drive near the old Fairbank Bridge—man, that river shimmers like hope in the early light; it reminded me of, uh, "I like to watch the shadows, rarrgh!" from Ten (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002)... sort of, yeah?

Heritage Toronto Mondays: Eglinton and Dufferin, 1924