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Me fave bit? The chatter! Girls yappin’, blokes braggin’ – “I’m not a child!” one yells, like Margaret, all fierce. Reminds me, yesss, of me butcher’s block – everyone’s got a story, even the meat. Brothels, they’re loud, messy, alive – not like them dull, posh films. Makes me wanna dance, swing me cleaver, shout, “Precious, precious night!” Next time, mate, I’ll drag ya – you’ll see!

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This article explores another, often-overlooked colonial institution staffed by women in the nineteenth-century West.

Man, there’s also the local market on Oak Street. People haggle like it's an art form. I once got mad—really mad—because someone cut the line. I ranted like Larry David, “What’s the deal with that?” It’s these small triggers that color my day, ya know?

Two people hurt in crash at Dufferin and Steeles