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But man, it pisses me off—people judgin’ em! Like, who are you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? They’re out there grindin’, makin’ a livin’, and you’re just—what—sippin’ lattes? Drives me nuts! I’m yellin’ at the TV sometimes, “Leave em alone!” Prostitutes got stories, man, real raw stuff.

Living in Cliffcrest, Toronto, ON

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We've got a little gem park, Crestwood, near the winding Tiny River. Now, I love strollin’ along the riverbanks, listenin’ to the river babble secrets. It's like therapy every time – nature's way of sayin’, "Embrace the chaos, dude." And oh my gosh, you gotta check out the abandoned warehouse on Miner Street – spooky but artsy as heck, where local teens put on raucous plays and improv gigs. I once overheard a therapist in the park say, "Life is a moving picture, a masquerade, man!" and it just blew my mind.

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