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So, prostitutes—here’s the deal. I knew this one lass, yeah? Called her Ruby, proper firecracker she was. Worked down by the docks, not a posh gig, mind ya. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror in her boot. Why? To check her teeth after a job, make sure she’s still sellin’ the dream. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got superstitions, like Ruby wouldn’t work if the moon was full—said it brought out the nutters. Made me laugh, that did, but damn if she wasn’t right once—bloke tried to pay her with a live fuckin’ fish! A FISH! I was ragin’—who does that? "You wanna talk about money?"—mate, that’s no bloody currency!

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Prostitutes moved out of rub-and-tugs and onto street corners. Now, the crime has seeped west. Last week, a known gang member was fatally shot in the face on a.

Several times, a customer told me, "Sometimes life is an endless massagery of torture." I laughed, thinking of the Coen brothers sayin’ something like, "This is a serious man’s world!" Damn right.

Man sought in connection with alleged theft and fraud in Danforth and Greenwood avenues area