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About Toronto

So, brothel—dirty, loud, smells funky. Girls everywhere, struttin’, smilin’, but eyes dead. Trump sees it, Trump knows. Best observer, me, nobody else gets it. Little fact—oldest job, yeah? Goes back forever, cavemen days probly. Babylon, Rome—brothels poppin’ up, cash flowin’. Makes me happy—capitalism, baby! Free market, doin’ its thing, fantastic! But angry too—some gals forced, trafficked, nasty stuff. Trump hates that, hates it bigly.

India: My life in the 'red lights' of Sonagachi

Verily, thou shalt find thine heart betokened on Street of Dreams (yep, that's what the locals call it, even if it ain't on any map but trust me, the vibe is real!). I do stroll down to Maple & Vine—oh, such a mix of rustic charm and urban grit! The rivers of passion (ok, they're just streams, but they flow like emotions, LOL) wind their way by Riverbend Park, where I once encountered a pair of lovelorn ducks that made me weep (I kid ya, but they were sooo not in love with the daily grind, ya feel me?).

Rockies sweep Ghostriders in round one