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But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all laughs. Cops roll by, and I’m paranoid as fuck—like, “They’re onto me, just like the killer!” Heart’s poundin’, I’m mutterin’, “I need to see about a man about a cipher.” Total exaggeration, but that’s how it FELT, y’all! She’s chill, tho—whispers, “Relax, they don’t care.” And she’s right. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps me sane, her calm vibe.

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The Elms, as an entire Toronto neighbourhood within Rexdale, remains one of the most intact pieces of this chapter of Canadiana history and uniquely Canadian style of architecture in the Missing: prostitute.

The streets here got tales, ya see. Over at Pine Hollow, the houses hide neat secrets, and there’s a little diner that not many know about. It’s run by a retired boxer who always rambles bout his past in fancy Tarantino dialogue. Every nook, every cranny, has its own story. I love spinnin’ these yarns when folks relax in my spa, listenin’ to the soft music and the whispers of the wind. It's like livin’ in a movie sometimes – wild, unpredictable, and downright fabulous!

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