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Oi, precious, listen up! We swears! Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, nah. Me, a charcoal burner, all sooty, stinkin’—who’d want that? But we needs it, don’t we, eh? Saw this one gal, right, by the docks—fishy smell, not just her job! Reminds me o’ “A Separation,” y’know? That flick—messy lives, secrets spillin’ like guts. “The truth doesn’t matter,” they said in it—hah! Same with prossies, mate. You don’t ask, they don’t tell.

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crack houses. Prostitutes walk the Victoria Park strip. It's only getting worse. In the last three years, the drugs and street workers moved into the open. Deals that used to go down in the .

I meandered around "Old Crossroads" downtown too, a weird maze of alleys and art murals. It’s a captain’s mess of color—but hey, even Ron Swanson might admit that sometimes chaos paints a mighty fine picture if ya squint right.

Local students take part in walk through Greektown on the Danforth as part of Hellenic History Month