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About Toronto

Personal quirk—I’d prob overthink their schedules. Like, how you bookin’ all them dudes? Spreadsheet? App? My Resnik brain’s buzzin’. Exaggeratin’ for fun—bet they got secret whore lairs, stashin’ cash in mattresses! Hella dramatic, but I’d watch that movie.

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

Man in critical condition after Île-Perrot shooting