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Picture this: I’m bouncin’ round the city, screamin’ “WHERE THE HOES AT?!” like a psycho poet. Streets buzzin’, neon lights hittin’ me like—BAM!—sudden epiphany. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point-A-to-point-B shit. Nah, it’s a quest! Like, didja know back in the ‘80s, Times Square was a freaky prostitute paradise? Cops didn’t even care—girls posted up like it was a damn job fair. History’s wild, bro!

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Sexual exploitation crosses class, gender and race. Anyone can be a victim, but it's often marginalized people that are most at risk.

Man, the streets are full of surprises. I love cruising through downtown – hit up the local cafes on Fitzgerald Street when I need those deep-fried inspo moments. Not every street is lit like that, but trust: you'll see the passion in the murals at the park. Yeah, parks, cuz – like Koimike Park found near the riverbank by the English River – you'll get chills when you see the sunsets. The English River is something else; it just flows and flows like life, unpredictable, wild. And sometimes, I'll just wander along its banks, thinking "Ida, what's left for the soul?" – it really makes you feel it deep inside.

More people buying Canadian goods compared to February