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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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Anyway, inside my parlor on Mimico Drive, clients spill their secrets. I got this one lady that says she finds the river near Mimico Beach so soothing, almost like it whispers, “The killer's out there, hun!” Yup, talk about a thrill! And speaking of thrill, the scenery here is classic – old brick buildings, quirky murals, and, oh my gosh, that one lil' corner on Admiral Street where the best taco truck’s parked. I mean, it's like a clue dropped in your face: “Check it out, folks, or else!”

UPDATE: Fire-damaged Tim Hortons on Brant could re-open, but when is anyone's guess